DAWSON
“Where the f**k is she?”
I checked my inbox and still no replies from her. Didn't she check her inbox yet, or didn't she bring the phone with her?
I ruffled my hair as it dawned on me. Oh, f**k me! Maybe she didn't.
“Dawson,”
I looked up, brushing off my distressed look as the professor handed me a list.
“Here's the list of everyone here and the different groups they'd be joining for tomorrow's event.”
I nodded. But why was he handing it over to me? I might be the leader of the planning committee but at the end of the day, I was still just a student.
Why were they giving me so much authority?
Maybe because I used to want it. I used to crave it. I used to ask for it and blackmail them if they didn't. I used to be one hell of an asshole.
Well, not anymore.
“You can take car
