chapter 8

A M A R A

I leaned my head against the shower tile. I understood that part of the reason I ended up soaking wet tonight when I got home was because I was too stubborn to ask for a ride, but for him to leave me alone? That's fucking low.

Sighing, I stepped out of the shower before I would start to look like a prune. As I started unwrapping my towel, I realized that I forgot clothes.

After rewrapping my towel, I looked outside the bathroom door to make sure no one was coming. It seemed clear, so I ran on my tiptoes to my room.

I immediately shut the door and sighed when I reached my room, but when I turned around, I was greeted with Mr. Moretti himself.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked sternly.

"I came to talk," he said without keeping focus on my eyes.

I pouted my way over to the boxes on my floor and took a pair of pajamas to my closet. Quickly, I changed and came out to face him. His gaze never left me once.

"Are you done?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "If you want to