Chapitre 142: Sylvania [2]

"We are late, we are late."

As I walked through the hallway of the main building, Chubby kept mumbling like a broken machine, walking right beside me.

His lungs heaved, and sweat trickled in a constant stream around his eyes, but he kept his pace, taking deep breaths to calm down.

"What are you afraid of?" I asked, glancing at him.

"We were supposed to come back last night." He groaned, rubbing his tired eyes from a sleepless night. "How could we just spend the entire night at his place?"

I shrugged, "It was already past curfew, so there was no point in coming here."

"I know." He grunted as we reached the principal's office. "But are we doing the right thing—going straight to the principal?"

"I mean, he's the one I'm sure won't spend too much time on us," I replied, rubbing my brow.

Truth be told, I just don't want to see Lauryn's face.