Trixy's Pov
Last night I can't sleep peacefully at all. Every time I close my eyes, I still saw the same hoody man standing outside of university gate, just beneath the lamppost. Standing, Silent. Observing.
I convinced myself it was likely nothing. Perhaps only one of the guards or a passerby neighbor. But really, deep down a part of me thought it was not so straightforward. His lack of mobility. The manner I sensed his stare stayed with me even from far away.
I resolved to push it back of my head by morning. I would not let my ideas spoil my day.
Come on, let's go to our classroom. Standing from my seat in the lunchroom, I remarked, the next teacher may already be there.
The girls followed me, but naturally Sydnee wasn't going to let the conversation slide.
Trix, you have known Zyron for years; he is attractive, kind, and I am confident he would never treat you as Jonas did. Why are you so opposed to it?
