Skipping class

Alicia’s POV

Even with Acker’s reassurances and words that night I had been unable to rest easy knowing that Mikael likely wanted nothing to do with me.

It had come as an unpleasant shock, hearing from Acker’s own lips what Mikael had said to him, and it hurt me worse than when he had said I meant nothing to him.

‘What do I do?’ I thought, shifting in my seat. ‘Do I confront him?’

That seemed the be the best idea to go about this. Acker seemed to imply that Mikael would only talk to me directly if it was urgent though.

I let out a loud sigh, catching the gazed of a few of my classmates that looked my way briefly.

‘Sorry,’ I mouthed to one disgruntled looking guy in sweatpants and a hoodie over his blonde buzz cut.

It was almost exam season and I found that I had nothing to do but to listen to the revision classes over and over again. I already understood the course materials, and my scores and attendance were at an all time high.

Which meant I had more leeway than the rest of my despe