FREYA'S POV:

I don't stop walking until I'm right at the entrance of the class room and let go of Adam's hand to drop on my usual seat.

"Hey... You sure you're okay?" He asks again, approaching my desk.

I look up at him, forcing a smile, though my heart is pounding so fast and stinging like a burn.

He finally nods before walking over to his own desk and chair. Luckily, he takes the one right next to me which fills me with a bit of comfort.

I need the emotional support, especially since ...