My mind was pre-occupied with thoughts about my talk with Natasha last week. We didn’t really fight over boys because I was loyal to Zachary. On the other hand, Natasha always get her own ways with boys but she’s very secretive about it. She doesn’t want to be proud of it though, so I understand when she sneak out and she let me help her.
“I didn’t see Zachary coming here. How is he?” I stopped eating when my mother asked. She’s in her usual bath robe while eating in our long rectangular dining table. She sat across from me. She was way too far, but I could still hear the harsh whisper of her when she spoke.
“Fine,” I gritted my teeth.
“You look stressed.”
“Just with my study.”
“Hmm,” she flashed a wicked smile, but it turned down when she talks. “Busy with boys, Angelic?” she ask
