Reilley's POV.
This is not doing well. Everyone believes the news. Deavon is not doing anything about it. I thought things would calm down, but it got worse. It reaches the other Cities.
"Are you really okay?" I asked the apathetic guy sitting in front of me. He raised his chin to look at my worried face. He smiled.
"Why shouldn't I be?" he replied in a flat voice.
For someone who's getting accused of homicide. He's really calm. I don't know what the hell is going on in his mind. He might be feeling depressed inside and just hiding it. I heaved a deep sigh and look at him. His face is still dead gorgeous.
I've been staying with him in his dorm for a week. He's not joining classes and I think his issue has something to do about it.
"You'd really fail this semester if you don't go to class," I told him. He still looks like he doesn't give a fuck while eating his lunch. Deavon has surprisingly a very garbage like lifestyle. He eats whatever he wants and just go to gym to loose it all down