Chapter 11

“Damn, you shouldn’t have come in first, Verine. Your stomach might hurt again.” Mariah said next to me. We are currently hanging out in the park. Most of the people here wants to have a boyfriend.

“I’m okay, there’s a hospital here when I get sick again,”

“When I have that stinky smell later, I’m sure it’s you!” its promise then gently pushed me on the shoulder.

Damn.

“What’s so bad? Excuse me, it smells good! Maybe you should make more perfume!” I laughed at her promise.

“Shut up, Verine. I thought it was just your stomach that hurts? Doesn’t your brain hurt? You’re going crazy!”

“I don’t know about you! Let’s go.” We entered the room and just as soon as we could, the professor entered.

It’s a good thing there was no traffic last night, we went home right away. I went straight to bed and rested. Even regretting that I hadn’t seen Malcolm bulge, I forced myself to sleep to heal as this pain was gone. Fuck it, because it’s my stomach.