I stared at the messages of me and John, thinking about what I should do on a date, which is tomorrow. “Should not try to stare too much. Should always smile and giggle—“ I said out loud while I’m reading the article on the internet with my laptop. Because I got occupied with

 “Basically, Tamara told me almost everything. Her roomie, Agnes, stole everything from her. Agnes talked behind her back to her other friends, telling them of how much of an attention seeker Tamara is and stuff like that. So, her friends turned their backs on her, treated her like a ghost or a cast out. Some would even smile at her but when turning around, they’re rolling their eyes. Agnes even got to her journalism classmates and teachers, to the point of them walking away from Tamara. Then Tamara felt like her world turned down because of how people around her are treating her.” 

 His deep set brown eyes took my breath away. My hands were holding on his shirt as his hands were on my waist, holding me downwards. I didn’t know what happened but it felt like the time had stopped. After a few seconds of him staring through me, he pulled me up, enough for me to stand on my own then his hands left my waist. I immediately reached the railings for me not to fall down again. 

 I arrived at the campus after Neil called me that we have another client. I mean, I still couldn't forget what I did last night to Neil, okay? But it feels like it was just nothing . . . to him. "So you told him that you'll marry him and you're not serious about it. But he assumed that you like him?"

  When I arrived home, I received messages from John this morning while I was dealing with the Avery case. I haven't got a chance to open my messages earlier that was why I only saw it just now.