Elena

Throughout my drive home, I was thinking of him. His grey eyes, picturing the way his lips mouthed those words, and how he pronounced that I am stuck with him for the next 'two weeks'.

Strangely, I continue to think about him even when I halt the car and slowly walk upstairs to my room. I find a hint of  smile on my lips for no valid reason.

" Elen is that you?" Mom calls from downstairs. I'm just a step away from my room. Her voice storms me out of my crazy ...