CHAPTER 29: LOUD AND CLEAR

Via

I was about to choke on my food when he said, "You look like a chipmunk," he then laughed, adding, "Wow, Via, your meal isn't from Mr. Thorne, you dick. Just relax."

I gulp down my meal as my cheeks flush, saying, "Dude, you're the worst. I don't understand why I even told you this." I look around and grumble.

"Sit back and relax, Via; no one is around us," he says, slicing off more French toast and devouring it.

"I am grateful," he says as he takes out his second box of French toast. "Well then."

"What are you hoping that I will say?" I drink a little of my lactose-free milk, adding, "That I've entertained immoral ideas about my fucking professors in the past?"

According to you, a pop kiss via Via is sinful. I seriously doubt that they've given you much of a second thought. He chuckles as I forcefully push him beneath the table. Oh my.

In my mind, there are things that you have no idea about, Kol. "Excuse me while I eat this French toast again," I say.

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