Scott’s P O V :
“So what are you going to wear for the party?”
Max asked again, persistent in knowing what I would wear to the upcoming fresher’s party.
“It’s a secret Max.”
Chuckling at him, I sat on my bed, folding my clothes.
“You know there are going to be a lot of students at the party. Not all of them are nice.”
I looked at him with my eyes widening in cringe. I knew I was younger than him, and sometimes I did act like a cute baby to divert or get his attention. However, that really did not mean I was a kid.
“I know Max. I will be careful.”
Nodding his head, I watched him as he got out of the room. Though it was a party arranged for the freshers, still every one was allowed to come and be a part of it. At first, Max suggested accompanying me, knowing I get a little anxious in
