Ferocious Feline

Anne

I was worried.

Since the last time I spoke with Vincent, he hasn’t been picking up his call. I’d call just before leaving for my lecture to know how he was fairing, but the phone rang throughout and no one picked up. He couldn’t have changed his mind about work. He’d already called in sick.

Was it that bad that he couldn’t get to the phone?

I couldn’t concentrate throughout the entire class because of the thought of Vincent. This was why our parents told us that men were distractions to our studies. I couldn’t focus one bit, and I couldn’t wait for the class to finish before I jetted out of the hall.

I was going to prepare something for him as I’d promised, but I couldn’t get myself to stop fidgeting. I might probably pour hot oil on myself with the way things were going. I decided to go to his house. If I found out he was alright, I’d cook for him there.

On my way to his house, a lot of things went through my mind. Why was he not picking? Vincent would have called back imme