Calista
“I didn’t get your reply to my email. Did you get my email?” Zenith found me as soon as I stepped foot inside the school. I kept on walking forward, not really in the mood for him first thing in the morning.
“Yes, Zenith, I got your email,” I replied curtly, not breaking my stride.
“So? What do you say? We need to start planning if we’re going to pull this off.”
I sighed, stopping and turning to face him. “Look, I’m going to work on this charity gala as literally my future in school is riding on it, but we need to set some boundaries.”
“Boundaries?” he repeated, looking puzzled.
“Yes, boundaries.” I thought a lot, last night on how I would deal with the proximity with Zenith when the heartbreak was still so ripe. I looked today in the morning that the mates who have chosen to
