"Apologize." "Wha?" He was in disbelief. "Apologize for what?" "Apologize for skipping the session." I grinned. "And being rude. Also promise not to do it again." "No." He scoffed. I began rolling my window up. "Stop!" He panicked. "Fine." His eyes went to the ground and he let out a groan before looking at me. His face started to turn a bright red. I tried to keep myself from grinning. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "For?" I asked. "For skipping the tutoring session." He mumbled. "And?" I teased. "Being rude." He forced out. "Say it together and a bit louder hun. I can't hear you." I encouraged. "I'm sorry for being rude and skipping the session. I won't do it again." He spoke through gritted teeth. He stared at the pavement with angry eyes. I clapped. "Now was that so hard?" _________________________________________ "Chrys..." a voice called. "Hmm." I mumbled. I didn't want to wake up. I wanted to go back to my Star Trek dream. "Chrys. Were here." The same voice said. "Cool." I mumbled getting more comfortable than I was before by snuggling into what I was lying against. "You gotta get up." "I wanna go back to my dream." I murmured snuggling up more. "What was the dream about?" "Star Trek. I was the commander." I smiled as I wished I could go back. The voice chuckled but for some reason, whatever I was lying on shook at the same time. "Why is my pillow moving?" I muttered. "I'm not a pillow." The voice chuckled and my pillow shook again. _________________________________________ Chrysanthe Scott just wants to get senior year over with. She's done with everyone's drama. Sadly, her year isn't turning out as planned.