With knees and hands trembling hard and bullets of sweat dripping down my forehead, I sat in front of the dean's desk inside her office. Beside me is Jared. I am not a bad student and I'm not a good one, too but I never went here because of cases like this. This is my first time and maybe it's the reason why I tremble here in fear and nervousness aside from what happened a while ago.

Jared's calloused and large palm squeezed my shuddering hands. The warmness of his palm somehow eased the coldness of mine. I turned to him and there was still a mixture of fear and...