Unintentionally Chased

05. A Race

I woke up, yawning. As I straightened myself, a coat slid off my shoulders.
"Huh?" I removed the coat. Who put this?

Oh! It's Loren's. Was I cold?
How long did I sleep?

It smells like a cold cologne.

Why am I thinking about it's smell?

I wandered my eyes around but Loren was nowhere to be found.

I stood up and folded his coat neatly. Taking a piece of paper, I wrote 'Thank you' on it. Keeping both the things on the table beneath a paperweight I left his cabin.

Which class is it now? I took out my phone to see the time it's 2:34.

Oh my goodness! I slept for too long.

Thank God! I asked Lady Anna this morning to pick Adam from school.

"Levy!" Jacob called with concern in his eyes.

"Hey! Jacob." I waved my hand at him.

"Are you alright? And who slap you?" He was worried.

"Slap? No one." I replied mirroring his aspects.

"Your left cheek is red." He poked my cheek.

A bruise mark.

"Oh! That. I slept onto a book." I said while slapping the back of his hand.

"Oh! good morning." He grimaced and folded his hand over his chest.

"It's already afternoon Jake," I said placidly.

I, sometimes call him Jake whenever he acts like a child.

"Because of you." He pointed finger at me. "I did a single problem 3 times." And snapped.

"And how is that because of me?" I quirked my right brow.

"Simple. You slept and I couldn't copy from you." He cocked his head in disappointment like it's a matter of fact.

Childish!!!

"At least you get something in your head." I waved the matter in the air.

"Where were you yesterday? I came to your house." He was back to normal.

I can't say I am going to the office.

"I was having some work," I said nonchalantly. "Admund's work." then added to make it more loyal.

"Ok, guess what?" He asked with excitement.

"What? A race?" I guessed.

"Exactly. And you're coming." He
Ordered.

"Sure! I am not gonna miss your race." I walked to the washroom with a quick bye to Jacob.

I have to see how this bruise is looking.
Jacob is a car racer. He won't race professionally. But compete with different colleges and participates in different race competitions. Whereas, his mother is a pianist and his father is a writer. He had an older brother and a younger sister.

A perfect family, I guess.

While I was looking at my red reflected cheek in the mirror, someone said 'hey'. I turned to see who?

It's the 'red end hair' girl.

What was her name? Did she even tell her name?

"Hi!" I replied.

"Woah! Who slap you?" She asked surprisingly.

C'mon you too. Jacob ditto!!

"No one, I just slept on a book which caused this bruise," I said while arranging my hair to hide it.