- Chapter Twenty-eight -
**LENMANA'S POV**
Awkward
The morning comes too quickly and I haven’t had enough sleep.
“Wake up, sleepyhead!” Akando shakes me awake and I don’t realize that he has started to make me nervous until I wake up.
He’s madly in love with you.
The words keep rushing and rolling in my head causing me a strange kind of dizziness. Okay, Akando loves me.
No, not okay!
Maybe Nara is lying. Maybe she doesn’t know. Akando can’t love me!
I mean he can’t love me that way; he’s almost my brother–if not for the different parents!
But that explains so much.
But it can’t be!
“Len?” he calls, “what’s wrong with you?” It’s only when I realize that I had got up quickly, rushed past him, pressing myself next to Tula. “Are you alright?” He says coming after me.
“Y-yeah,” I stutter, “I was just a bit cold.”
What a clever excuse Lenmana!
“Well..” he’s lost for words, “okay, let’s go.” he says looking at me suspiciously as he walks away.
I sigh in relief. “What was that?” Tula looks at me with a face more expressionless than wood.
I giggle, “Nothing!”
“Could see that.”
Nara approaches me as we’re walking, “that was too obvious.” she whispers.
I look at her raising an eyebrow, “tell me how would you react if you find out your childhood best friend is in love with you, since no-one-knows when!” I might have been a little loud because they all stood abruptly in their places and turned to look at us. Including Akando.
Since when did I start being that stupid, silly, mindless girl?!
“What?” asks Tula.
“Well–” Nara opens her mouth to say something but words fail her. I just look downwards, abnormally interested in my boots. Akando walks toward us and my heart swells, my lungs fail, and I wonder how I’m still alive. “Akando let me explain–” Nara starts again.
“EXPLAIN WHAT?!” he interrupts her, and my limbs are turning into stones. “HOW DO YOU WANT TO EXPLAIN THAT YOU’VE LET OUT MY SECRET? I’VE NEVER TOLD ANYONE THAT AND I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND!”
“Akando, listen–” her voice starts to crack, and tears collect in her eyes. And I still can’t say a word.
“JUST SHUT UP!” Akando barks, “I was wrong to trust you in the first place.”
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