Varney
"What's wrong? You look sad." He said softly just as he reached out and touched me cheek. I want to ask him to take his hand off me but I reminded myself he helped me last night. Not only did he give me a cream that healed my ribs Injury, he also carried me all the way to my dorm. He also looked worried right now.
I gestured around me as a small sigh left my mouth. "I've landed into trouble again, clearly."
His eyes fell on the shattered artwork. That belonged to the school and it must cost a fortune, which I didn't have, and my parents would rather waste the money on a dog than to use it on me in such a situation. And the Dean already hates me enough as it is, so I couldn't imagine what he'd do to me because of this.
"Oh shit, this is definitely messy. How did it happen?"
My heart constricted from worry as I gave a quick explanation.
"Your roommate? I hope you'll get him back for this." He spoke as he faced me again and I sighed.
