Chapter 77

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