Chapter Thirty Three

Angelina POV

“Angeline! Angeline! Where are you going!? Just talk to me!”

I finally stopped running when the wheezing got too much for my lungs to handle.

I feel Daniel’s hands encircle my waist to hold me upright. I felt like I was just mere seconds from collapsing.

With his other hand, I feel him rummaging through my bookbag.

“Here,” he says, handing me my little red inhaler.

I take mouthfuls of puffs, Daniel holds me tightly to him, I run as far as my short legs could take me.

Which was courtside in the school parking lot.

He didn’t say anything, just held me until my breathing returned to somewhat normal.

As I heard the bell ring I realized he’d been holding me for basically the entire lunch duration, almost an hour now.

Finally regaining my strength, I try pushing him off me, but of course, he doesn’t budge.