Chapter Seventy-Seven: Sh*t Hits The Fan

That is the only person who has at least seen me come out of his car, even though I denied the car being his. Making my way to our spot, I text Ayanda to meet me there as soon as she arrives. Getting the feeling that I am being watched, I look up, and for a moment I think people are looking at me. But when I look again, everyone is going on about their own business. I need to stop being so paranoid.