17: Colleen Hoover

2018

CLARA

Andrew approached me with a cheerful demeanor, a wide smile spread across his face.

"Hi, Angela," he greeted me.

"It's been a while. It's kind of like you left school," he joked with a laugh.

"I mean, I haven't really been seeing you around," he continued, attempting to regain his seriousness.

"Oh, I've been around, just been really busy with other things," I replied with a casual shrug.

"Oh, I see," he said, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I had just seen him walking out of the closet. I decided not to pry, as it wasn't in my nature to invade others' privacy.

"So, you were heading..." he began, gesturing towards the bathroom.

"Oh, no, the toilet, but it's locked," I explained,

"and I suddenly don't feel like using it anymore."

"Okay, so... class then?" he suggested.

"Yeah, sure, I guess," I said as we began walking to our physiology class.

Upon arrival, we noticed that Mr. Evans, our physiology lecturer, hadn't yet arrived. Andrew and I took the two available seat