Mianette’s Point of View
I hated Xavier. I hated the way he always reacted. The last time we came across, I saw him making out with Beverly in the hallway, in front of the entire college. And the worst part was, he had sensed me coming but still hadn’t even bothered to look at me. Not for once. What a jerk!
That incident had been a week now. Still, I could remember every moment of it!
“Earth to Mia!” Jackson’s loud voice grabbed my attention.
“Hm?” I hummed, cluelessly.
“God, Mia! What’s wrong with you?” Nugget spoke with irritation.
“Nothing,” I mumble.
“Are you nervous?” Jackson asked.
Nervous? Why should I be? I was confused. And was trying to cope up with an utterly spoilt love-life. Now only I understood why people used the phrase, "it's complicated."
“Nervous?” I raised my
