Chapter Twenty Eight:do I really have an invisible target on my back?
I usually have bad Mondays regardless of what I did during the weekend, but this one was particularly worse. Something about today's lessons made them feel like they were taking an extra hour longer and that was definitely not the case.
The biggest cause for my misery in class was not being present in the classroom, I could not stop thinking about what I saw and the fact that Jax had not stopped pushing for me to tell her what happened did not help make things better.
I thought blocking the fucker meant that I could block him out of my mind too, but the opposite effect was created. I was constantly wondering if he had something important to say, which made completely no sense because there is nothing urgent that he
