I waited for a while until the corridor was empty, then I walked out of the small storage room.
I walked in the corridor dazedly, thinking about Mason Hall, who was acting strange. I wanted to keep thinking that my encounter with Mason was a mere coincidence.
But the more I tried to avoid that guy, the closer he got closer to me. And now, I had to go on a date with him, risking everything just for a slice of cake.
If one of the fangirls saw me with Mason, then my life in high school was basically over. They would hunt me down like a medieval witch purge.
I went to the Pottery Club room and saw the President was busy wiping few ceramic vases. She saw me and smiled. She looked so happy as if she had just obtained a golden egg, "Emmelyn, are you here for that recommendation letter?"
"Yes, President."
"Ah, I've prepared it."
