THE GUY WHO KILLED MY BOYFRIEND
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Dylan Jasper's POV
After ten minutes, Jamila is still not coming out of the comfort room. Should I call her? What was she doing? Does she sleep inside the cubicle?
I was about to get my phone but someone grabbed me and kissed me on my lips! My eyes widened, shocked in a way. I pushed the one who kissed me. By looking at her face, I can't recognize her.
"Just continue what you two are doing... Just pretend I haven't seen anything." and that was Jamila.
Anjddhichdshag! Is she standing there for a long time? Why I haven't seen her coming?
Jamila suddenly ran away towards us, towards me. I angrily looked at the girl in front of me. Then I followed Jamila.
"Jamila!" I called her name but she is still running away from me.
I ran fast as I could just to catch her. I didn't expect that she could run as fast as that.
I immediately grabbed her arm when I got the chance.
