ROXANNA.
"Are you going to tell him about it?" he asked.
I turned and smiled at him, then started humming a song. Before he could take a step closer, I opened the door, stepped inside, and locked it.
It was a relief knowing my revenge had gone better than I expected.
I took a quick shower that lasted barely five minutes, then rushed out of the bathroom in my pyjamas.
"Are you going to tell the Magister?" Kael asked, curiosity and worry in his eyes.
I sighed and walked to my wardrobe. At this point, I did not care about him. I cared about getting dressed for class. There were barely seven minutes left, and all he cared about was whether I would report him or not.
"Why not?" I asked, placing a clean uniform on my bed. The black shoes I wore yesterday were dusty, and I had no time to clean them, so I brought out another pair.
"Because I don't want you to."
I raised my eyes, wondering where he got the audacity from. "I don't owe you anything, remember?"
