Next Friday arrived far faster than Blake would have liked.
And somehow, that entire week had felt unbearably long at the same time.
Honestly, he was anxious.
Far more anxious than he wanted to admit.
The mission itself was already dangerous enough, but after everything that happened recently, his mind felt even more restless than before.
The entire week had been nothing short of awkward, especially Monday.
The moment classes started that morning, Blake immediately realized neither of them knew how to act anymore.
Him and Myles couldn't even look at each other properly.
Every time their eyes almost met, one of them immediately looked away.
It was ridiculous.
Sitting near each other suddenly felt strangely tense.
And the worst part was that neither Asher or Anthony seemed to notice anything unusual, so they just pushed them together for conversations...
Meanwhile, Blake felt like his entire body became stiff every time Myles moved even slightly closer.
