WREN'S POV
I WAS about to sit on the chair facing the notebooks on the desk in my room when Vhonn called my name. I did not bother looking in his direction.
"Wren..." he mildly called once again. This time I turned to face his direction. He was seated on the edge of the bed just a meter away from me. We exchanged long stares.
"You're like..." he trailed, thinking if he would say the words, then continued, "you're not that talking much to me, and you're like avoiding me..."
I looked away. "I'm not avoiding you."
"Then why are you acting like this only to me? Your smiles and laughs with Brent and Charice were true. You didn't smile and laugh with me anymore."
"Because there's no reason to smile and laugh about."
"No, I don't believe that," he confessed.
"Whatever you say," I simply s
