"I hate Mondays," Beatrice groaned as we made our way through the large crowds in school.

"Me too!" I chuckled as I held my books closer to my chest.

Beatrice came to my house yesterday and I ended up telling her everything that happened on Friday night.

She cried her eyes out, blaming herself that she shouldn't have left me all by myself.

I tried to comfort her by telling her it wasn't her fault but she stubbornly disagrees.

She was happy that Lucas had come earlier on time to save me.

I later got to realize how he knew I had a movie night that day, he was the...