I literally don’t care about school, I’m a normal person, I just want to be with my friends, and enjoy life. She’s always in my business. My tea...hers are assholes, and I just put them in their place sometimes when they try to come for me. So what if I’m talking to the person next to me in class, mind your business. So what if I literally never do homework, if you fail me you just have to deal with me for another semester. I know these explanations aren’t going to work on my mother. I have to. I assumed that she'd been delayed by traffic. I continued to wait. At 6:30 I stood up and started pacing the room. I kept telling myself that Jeanne had most likely been delayed by traffic or her job. Occasionally at the end of a workday, one of the attorneys would need to have several documents prepared. When that happened, Jeanne had to stay until everything was finished. Still the icy fingers of doubt and fear began to insinuate their way into my thoughts. Was it possible that Jeanne's. When we got to the bedroom I turned to her and asked, “Are you alright, honey?”“Yep, I’m fine. Are you okay?”“Yep, I’m fine. Have you spoken to Ken?”“No, he knows I’m not going to call him.”“How could he know that?”“I told him that I wanted him to give me a break when I called him the day that he went back.”“What do you mean by giving you a break?”“Exactly that. I didn’t like him putting me through the third degree every time I called him. I told him that it is my life, not his and that he. I know you are gay and you guys do dirty things.Then he told us that he heard everything through door.I was surprised and scared. I asked if he told and buddy else but he said he didn’t. That was a relief.After sometime allmost every one was gone and very few of us was left in hostel. I went out for sometime and came back after 30min. I knocked door..and again.. again. After 5min of waiting Vishal opened door.Vishal: bad timing..(Vishal was in his boxer and sumit wasn’t there)Me: what.