Burst of electricity.

Maga

Ashton was standing in my doorway with that stupid smirk on his face. What the hell is he doing here at this time? And most importantly, how did he know my room number?

”There is a bit of drool in the corner of your mouth.” Ashton spoke, pointing at my face, and my hand quickly glided to my face to wipe it off when Ashton started to snort. And that is when I figured out that he meant it in a literal way. My face started going red with embarrassment.

”What do you want now Ashton?” I asked him while gritting my teeth, trying so hard to control the simmering exasperating inside me. Sarina, he is just trying to tick you off, don't fall for that.

”Here, this is for you.” Ashton said extending his hand with a crisp white paper in it. I looked at him with a bewildered expression before taking it from him.

”What is this?” I asked, turning the paper around in my hand, and I figured out from whom the letter was from before Ashton told me, confirming my fears.