• • Sheila’s POV • • •

“Sheila, please be fast you know we got a lot to do!.” Natasha yells. She is strutting by me in the locker room. I'm taking my service gown off.

She is right I'm being sluggish

“Okay, okay...” I wearily answer.

“Is anything worrying you?. You sound unusual!.” she lifts her brows in awe.

“Nothing, I'm fine!.” I smile.

Yeah, she is right I'm not in my mood like today I was hoping to catch a glimpse of Freddy but in vain. It's been a week now since we met. The last time we met I was the person who went to his room...