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“Be at my home--sharp at four for the project and tutoring sessions.”

My eyes scanned the sentence over and over again, until an alarming bell rang over my head. Fuck I was failing and I wouldn't be able to graduate at this rate.

“Wanna head for the club after our preparatory class?” Flora asked as she popped another fry in her mouth. “Tsk, cant. Have plans today.” I replied with a huff, showing her the screen of the phone.

“Jesus. You’re actually failing. Better do something about it.” She made a weird face and went back to reading the textbook.

The classes ended in a blur and now was the time to leave for home.

“Bye Les, see you tomorrow.” Flora waved at me as she ran off to the cheerleaders. “Bye.” I yelled back and made my way towards the parking lot.

Getting in the car, I started the engine and raced towards his house.

It was almost four thirty and I had no better things to do. These past days my panic attacks and nightmares were quiet frequent. I don't know why but the people