FREYA'S POV:

I already have a headache once the bell signaling the end of the class rings.

I know I shouldn't have thought about it... I shouldn't have jinxed myself and now, I'm stuck with the last two people I want to see constantly for the next week.

As soon as everyone starts exiting from class, I pick up my books and dash to the front desk right where Mrs. Michael is before she can leave.

"Excuse me, Ma'am." I say in the most polite toned voice I can muster to butter her up.

She ...