Chapter 65: Monday Glooms(2)
Nora trudged towards her class with listless steps, the weight of the heated argument with Demetri still clinging to her like a stubborn shadow. No matter how much she tried to tell herself that what Demetri did made no difference to her, however, she could not help but feel. And it wasn’t as if she only felt angry over his behaviour towards her. Unexpectedly she was worried for him.
The man was big on communication. It was an irony about how he rarely felt the need to speak, but he made it a point to inform her about him not returning to their shared house, making it clear that he expected similarly from her. However, since their return from country B, she had no idea where Demetri Frost had disappeared to.
As Nora approached her classroom, she noticed someone approaching from her peripheral vision. Her heart sank as she recognized the familiar face. She had no patience or energy to deal with Sara today!
Sara reached out, attempting to grab Nora’s arm, and Nora instinctively pulled away. "Not now, Sara," she muttered, her voice carrying the weight of her frustration.
But Sara wasn’t one to back down easily. With determination in her eyes, she steered Nora towards the ladies’ washroom, ignoring her protests. Once inside, she shut the door behind them, leaving Nora feeling trapped and uncomfortable. As Nora tried to think of an escape plan, Sara had already blocked her way.
Frowning, Nora crossed her arms and leaned against the sink. "What do you want Sara? I’m not in the mood for your drama. Please leave me alone. How many times do I have to tell you that?"
Sara hushed her with an urgent expression, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Nora, I need to know if you’re okay. How have you been?"
Nora eyed her suspiciously. "Why do you care? You’ve never shown any interest in my well-being before. If anything, you would be celebrating if I was hurt."
Sara took a step closer, her eyes filled with a strange mix of concern and unease. "Listen, I saw something strange when you were absent. Someone was lurking around your desk, trying to leave a note. They were wearing a hoodie, and when I called out, they ran away. I thought it was strange but did not worry too much. But the next day, I saw your desk. It was a mess, with vile words graffitied all over it. The university replaced your desk and put up a warning that there was no need for further discussion about this and that they would investigate it themselves and inform you."
Nora felt a chill down her spine, reminded of the feeling of anxiety she had been feeling previously. But hadn’t it been her mother who had been stalking her? She looked at Sara who was looking at her with concerned eyes and felt skeptical. It was possible that this was some new ploy from her mother. Narrowing her eyes, she questioned, "Why would you care about what happens to me?"