Chapter Seventeen: Is that how you were trained?

This cannot be happening, why? How?

Before I thought much of it I was hurriedly packing my books into my bag and dashing out of the class while muttering an apology to the art lecturer who looked like he wanted to bore a hole into my head and slap me maybe.

What are the odds hat Mac would come here, and why? Actually I could think of a number of reason he would want to do that but what I couldn't understand was why Mac of all people was standing outside my classroom and looking at me as I walked towards him even though in a passive way.

The thought of when I saw his face at the club day flashed into my mind, and even though I knew it was most likely what he had come for, I wanted to hope that there was a motive more me focused.

I didn't want to hope he had come to accept me or anything close to that because his face didn't hold any hint of smile. It was just a regular face, and it was hard for me to read. I was breathless when I stood before him finally, partially because of the ra