Dakota’s POV
I head back to my dorm after my talk with Declan, I couldn’t help smiling, he’d talked to me . . like a real friend. His last comment had touched my nerve, but I did what I always do, buried the pain, compartmentalising it so it didn’t overwhelm me and send me back to the dark.
Pushing into my room, I found Lilian dumping her work clothes onto her bed aggressively.
‘Woah tiger! Who took your favourite chew toy?’ I asked jokingly as I held up my hands to the fiery girl in front of me. I swear us red heads were supposed to be the ones with anger issues, but Lilian was putting us all to shame.
‘Who does he think he is’ she growled, returning to her outfit, and starting to pull off her top, throwing it with force at the washing basket. ‘Telling me that I need to dress more acc
