Chapter 6.

" You're up quite early today." Vicky comments.

" I'm always early." I say, busy trying to fix up my hair while staring out the window.

We remain in silence for a while and after tying my hair up, I turn to face her. She's sitting on my bed, doing nothing but just staring at me.

" Only one more day left." She says.

" One more day." I agree.

With the silence stretching between us, I go back to sitting on my bed and lean against the wall, now facing her. She shifts a bit so she's now facing me and all we do is keep on passing looks to each other, as if both of us are waiting for each one to say something first.

" I heard from a little birdie that you had company last night."

Patrick.

Honestly I'm not really surprised she asked this, because with Vicky, she can't help but want to know things that may concern me. By this, it is her own way of protecting me which I understand. For some weird reason today, I'm quite not as chilled about the fact that I was inbetween hers and Patrick's discussion.

Shaking this thought or feeling off, I try to lighten the mood.

" And who might that Little Birdie be, Patrick?" I tease.

This makes her to shoot me with a playful warning glare.

" For your own info, there are a lot of little birdies out here." She defends herself.

Or maybe Patrick.

" Neither of them takes your breath away like he does." I say, wiggling my brows.

" Oh please, my breath is just fine, right here in my system, securely safe." She waves me off like I just told her something silly.

Chuckling, I say, " that might be so, but you wouldn't be saying that in his presence because, you'll be blushing like a school girl and silently hoping that he sweeps you off into the sunset."

I place the back of my hand against my forehead in a dramatised way, with my eyes trailing up to the ceiling.

After my little performance, she just stares at me, like she's looking at a different person.

" Okay, you read a lot of romance novels." She points to me.

" Or maybe I watched titanic and thought oh, that could be Patrick and Vicky, sailing away into the sunset. "

" More like drown into the ice cold water." She mutters.

" And that too." I say, making us both to smile.

" I'm going to miss you." I say, making her smile to faulter.

" Okay let's go, we've got to feed that grumbling tummy of yours." She lightly pats my leg and rises to her feet. I watch as she fixes her uniform, straightning invisible lines.

I smile to myself, knowing that Vicky is not big on sentimentals especially expressing her feelings.

" A little hesitant about going home, maybe because of him?" She asks me and I already know that she's talking about Luke.

" Maybe, but I don't - I don't know much about him anymore, it's been 2 years passed now." I admit.

She gives off a nod before heading to the door.

" What do you think I should do, if - if he comes back to see me?" I bring her to a pause before she can step out of the room.

Looking over her shoulder she says," you know what I think about people and chances, but you, yourself must be comfortable with your decision , to not be filled with regret by your decision."

" It's my decision anyway right?"

" Right." She says nodding, stepping out of my room.

" 5 minutes!" I hear Vicky call out from the hallway, making me smile to myself.

Instantly my smile slips off when I think about Luke. Not wanting to dwell on thoughts about him, I decide to follow Vicky. Right as I close the door, at the corner of my eye, my focus is on one door, his door. Before I can think too much about what I'm doing, my feet head over to it.

Now here I am, standing in front of Connor's door, not quite sure of what I'm doing here. Before I can ponder on this, I knock on his door.

No answer.

Meaning to move away from the door, suddenly I stop when the door swings open, making me to take a step back. There he stands with a pair of slacks, and shirt which shows off his muscles, disheveled hair and of course being barefoot. At first he is taken by surprise that I'm standing here but then he relaxes a bit, totally expressing his curiosity of why I'm standing in his doorway.

" Hi." He says, though it should be me saying this since I'm the one on his doorstep.

" Hi." I say, shifting slightly on my heel.

Silence stretches out between us and I find myself lightly scratching on my arm.

" Would you like to come in?" He asks.

" No! " I immediately say, more strongly then intended.

Well I am surprised that he'd ask me that.

" I - I'm leaving on Saturday." I say before I spin on my heel and rush away from there, not even looking back to see his reaction.

******

Breakfast went by in a blur since all that's been in mind, was none other than what happened earlier. Like a lost person, I stood in front of Connor and just shared something that is none of his concern.

I mean why did I do it?

Now that's one question that has me deep in thought for the whole of breakfast and almost the whole morning. Being left with a few minutes, before today's activity which is the book club meeting, I decide to pop by my room so I can take my book for the meeting. Upon reaching my room , an instant movement shocks me where it takes me a couple of seconds, to realize that someone is dragging me by arm, to where? I have no idea.

Things only register when I find myself against a wall in an empty hallway, it only dawns on me that someone just kidnapped me, more like Connor did. Looking at him, I see him walking past me which has me curious.

" Come on." That's all he says while walking .

It takes a minute before I actually do follow him to where ever he's going. Oh I haven't forgotten that he kidnapped me and wants to land us both into trouble.

Connor leads me up a flight of stairs that seem to go on forever. Maybe it's me being dramatic since I'm so unfit. About to just quit and turn back, the stairs lead to a door that I'm quite suspicious of , more like what is at the other side of it.

" Where are you going?" I finally ask, totally out of breath.

" Just wait and see." He says, looking over his shoulder.

With nothing further being said, he heads to the door while I remain standing at a distance from him. I watch as he tries opening the door but it doesn't budge, he tries again , and again there's no luck.

" I think we should go back." I tell him.

He attempts to try again , totally ignoring me, I now notice that he is has something in his hand, more or less like a hair pin. Now I start to panic at the thought of us actually breaking in somewhere private.

" Connor?" I call him but he is too busy being occupied to listen.

" Connor, maybe we should - ," just then, the door opens and with this, Connor looks over his shoulder at me with the biggest victory grin ever.

Still feeling slightly uncomfortable about this whole breaking entry thing, I make an attempt to turn around and bolt out of here, but then Connor distracts my plans and tells me to follow him, which with resignation, I do .

We go up another pair of stairs before reaching our destination, oh and guess where it is?

The roof.