Chapter 15. Annabelle?
Noah and I dragged Caleb, Mia and Sophia to his apartment building. Yup, he lived in an apartment, that too on the seventh floor.
The funny thing was that the elevator was out of service.
Ha! It was our funeral.
But, somehow, we managed it between ourselves and finally I collapsed in front of his door.
"You all are lucky I don't live with my parents. I saved your asses today," Noah declared, fishing out his keys.
I had a few burning questions on the topic of his parents but oh well,?who was I to ask?
You are the one who wiped your snot on his shirt.
I felt my cheeks heating up at the memory.?Why did I cry again?
"Um, why is your face turning red?" Noah glanced down at me, with widened eyes, "don't tell me you are going to cry again!"
"I was not crying!" I retorted, instinctively.