Chapter 66

Freya’s POV

My steps on the way to class feel way lighter than ever and I’m not so dreary today.

I guess that thing about a problem shared being partially solved wasn’t completely bull.

I mean, it wasn’t close to being solved but I felt more at ease being able to lean on someone.

I walk to the ever chaotic class and take my seat at my usual spot, now organizing my stationary and jotter on the table.

“Hey, Freya.”

Norman shows up from behind me, suddenly sitting right on my desk with one of his butt cheeks pressing hard on my book, creasing the corners.

I seethe from just looking at it, but remind myself that it’s a new day.

“You look pretty today.”

“Hey.” I drawl emotionlessly, prying the damaged book from beneath.

I’m tugging hard enough but he ignores that and focuses on whatever he wants to focus on.

“Tell me, this new look of yours… is it all just to gain my attention?”

I pause from pure shock and dis