The next day, my head is trapped inside a foggy aquarium. My vision is blurry and my body is like floating in thin air. My eyelids are as heavy as barbells and keeping them up is a real challenge.

"Good morning!" Pedro smiled.

"Ugh. Stop being annoying. It's too early for that," I grumble, piercing sharp knives into his eyes.

He gasps dramatically. "You looked like you haven't slept for five years!

"Whose fault is that?" I groan, walking towards our first class.

"Seriously, what did I do?" he pouts.

I let go of a deep sigh. "Let's talk when we're inside the clubroom."

We are strolling down the hallway towards our classroom when a familiar face greets us. "I did not know lovebirds flirt this early in the morning."

"Irene, stop. Not. Today." I release a groan out of annoyance.

"What's his problem?" Irene smirk, leaning towards Pedro.

"Dunno. He's been like this since I saw him." Pedro shrug, looking genuinely worried.

"You guys will have to meet me at the club room at 4 PM sharp. Or else!" I stab daggers at them.

Pedro brings his right hand into the air and gives off a salute. "Aye, aye, captain!"

"This better be interesting," Irene smirk annoyingly.

"Oh, it is." If looks can kill, this girl would be a dead girl by now.