MIA
“Did you notice something weird today...at lunch?” I asked Sammy, pacing across her room. Viktor and Dominic looked worried than usual but they wouldn’t speak a word about it. So I thought, maybe Sammy knew something.
Sammy was seated on her usual bean bag, legs spread and a scowl plastered on her face.
“You mean weird that I wanted to kick that s**t-head in the groin but instead passed him the bread basket with a fake smile and mouthed a f**k-you, without anyone noticing? Yeah sure,” she answered with a shrug.
For the past few days, she was nothing but grouchy. At times it made her look like the female version of Viktor. The reason was—very obviously—Lorenzo. She wanted to confront him about the ‘feelings’ but ended up with—what she very vividly described as—angry s*x. Since then
