Tiffany?" Aiden shook his head.

The ever-beautiful black eyeball of the lady he loved had turned into red.

Blood. Red.

"Jesus..." Tiffany sighed and shook her head vigorously in disbelief.

"I... I..."

"Guys!" Came the loud voice of Tiffany.

Aiden widened his eyes, rushed towards Tiffany, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into a hug, her face buried in his chest.

"Y... You came back so early," Aiden stammered and forced a smile.

"Apparently, the dean is not on her seat," Declan rolled his eyes and walked slowly behind Zoey.

"Wait, are we interrupting something?" She winked her brow mischievously at Aiden.

"Uhm... No," Aiden cleared his throat.

"Did you...