Hello, My Name Is: Death
I closed the door and locked it behind me, and sighed deeply, holding the glass of water to my forehead to cool myself down.
"Did they find out?" Jerek asked out of nowhere, and I jumped.
I looked at him as he tugged on his jeans, and pulled on his shirt. "No. Though, I think Shropee knows, and Tabra and I had this thing yesterday to where we told eachother secrets. He told me one really big one, and so I owe it to him to tell him about last night. Is that okay?"
Jerek laughed as he zipped his jeans, and put a ukanda on. "Can I ask what he told you? And I honestly don't care. Though, I wouldn't tell Shropee unless she already knows. Does she know?"
"That's just it. I don't know. She asked me how my night was and I alisema good, and she alisema HA! we'll talk later and walked away." I answered.
"Then she might know." Jerek said, and walked over to me.
"But, how?" I asked.
"Maybe she heard us?" He said, and smiled.
"No. I don't think she did. We were quiet, and even if we were a bit loud, she'd have to be right outside the door to hear us." I pointed out, and he pulled my lips to his.
"Just forget about it." He alisema after he took his lips off of mine. "Let's go."
"To where?" I asked.
"Verona." He said, and I nodded.
"Oh yea." I put my glass of water on the dresser, and followed Jerek out the door.