Beautiful Thorns

Athena’s P.O.V.

With what happened last night, my heart and my mind were battling because I didn’t know how I would deal with Cristoff today. I even asked myself if I was already falling in love with him when I didn’t even know the meaning of the word itself.

We were almost together the whole day yesterday, but when he said goodbye, that was when humiliation struck me again—wrapping me from head to toe. He was already leaving, but why does he have to remind me of my red undergarments that he inadvertently saw?

I was about to enter our classroom, but at the same time, something was holding me back. My heart was hammering so loud like it wanted to come out of my chest. I was torn between cutting classes again or going to the clinic, falling into a deep slumber, and pretending to be sick.

Eventually, I made my decision while swallowing the lumps on my throat and feeling the eccentric shrill into my nerves.