FORTY SEVEN

ALEXA'S POV

To say my day had wad going agonisingly slow would be an understatement, it was probably because my mood wasn't getting any better, how could it anyway? I had convinced myself that there was no need to be hung up on the whole thing; i had seen him today after all, and he looked alright, and that was all that should have mattered. If he didn't want to tell me about what was going on in his life then it was fine, his business was his business.

It was Friday, Friday meant a Philosophy class with Micheal. I had considered ditching the class but even i knew that wasn't such a good idea, plus it was so very unlike me. I had chosen to seat at the back of the hall so our gaze wouldn't meet by any means.

And so far i was doing just fine here, but as i watched him lecture I couldn't help but wonder how he had changed so much; it was difficult to explain, like, he was the same person but he had changed so very much, there was this complete and absolute humorless aura surrounding