CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN

- HAZEL -

As much as I'd enjoy being his bed potato and let him take care of me, I have classes to attend and a life to live. Hence, school resumes.

And not even this cold can shield me from skipping school. Especially not when I barely escaped the first time I missed classes.

I plug my ears with my air pods as loud chatter fills the hall the moment the professor exits. We have another class in fifteen minutes. I could go get some fresh air, but I won't risk it.

I turn to the side and dip my hand inside my bag, taking my water bottle out. I open it and drink some water. Now I carefully drop it back and return to making highlights with markers on my book pages. I'm only marking the most important parts to reread later.

We haven't had tests in a while and I fear it's right around the corner. The good part about that is if it happens unannounced, I'll be prepared.