Chapter 13: Chapter 12

Making my way down to the now empty car park, I opened my door and ripped the blazer off and jumped into some loose-fitting tights. It was the weekend now; I would have two whole days of trying to fill the time. Just as I was getting comfortable, Tom walked up the ramp, a container in his hand. Tom opened my door and passed the container to me. "Hey, I forgot to give this to you. I heated it up on my way down. Mary made lasagne last night."

"Thanks Tom," I said, grabbing the hot container from his hand. It smelt delicious. My mouth instantly started to water.

Tom lent against my car. "Eat, I have something to tell you."