Chapter 6 The wrong timing

  Brielle’s POV

  "What did you say?" I wince my nose in a child-like form, knowing that she's undoubtedly going to freak out.

  "Hera?" I called in a breathe taking tone.

  "Yes?" She replied with a short breath.

  "Don't shout, don't strike me, don't do anything crazy. So, I'm going to repeat what I said again."  I watched as she did an infusion of breath in breath out,

  "Okay, Are you ready? " I inquiry.

  She grinned, doing what the Chinese do with their hand to comfort stability. "Okay, I'm good, "

  "Do you remember the tall, handsome guy from high school with dirty blond hair with glasses on? " I raised my misgiving eyebrow at her for confirmation.

  "Who?" she gave me the confused brow.

  "The boy that was always with us, saving my ass and your ass all the time, the one that was the prom king, and I was just the best in Economics class. The one with the crazy smile but with the nerdy graze.?"  I sighed after the long intro.