AMY POV :
“Amy,” Derek’s acknowledgment for me was hoarse and filled with dread.
I raised my brow and attempted to peek at what he was looking at when all of a sudden he slammed the door shut of his locker and then turned to me with a poker face.
BOOM
“Yes?” He inquired about my approach.
“My clothes?” I asked and he nodded his head knowingly.
“I’ll call the cleaners,” And with that, he turned his heels and headed for the phone.
Very soon, my clothes returned, cleaned, and dried. I wore them hurriedly and then bid my goodbye to Derek but how could he let go of me so easily?
“I could drop you, come,” He advised, and without my approval, he started to follow me.
Seriously??
“I have a car, Derek…” I raised my key for the explanation and he paused, looking embarrassed.
“At least, I could see you off at the gate,” He recovered and I shook my head in refusal.
“That won’t be necessary.”
DING
Lift appeared and I stepped in leaving Derek behind.