Page 165 of A University of Betrayal

“Funny,” I said, giving Julian a playfully devastating look, which made him grin until his eyes wandered to my hands.

“Blueberry?”Larissa laughed behind me. “How fitting.”

I gave her an annoyed look.

“The diary...” Julian said, looking at me scrutinizingly. “Have you read it?”

I raised my eyebrows to make it clear to him that I was in a room full of people who could hear us. Julian didn’t seem to mind.

“Diary?” Larissa was standing next to me within a second. “What diary? And who’s?” She tried to reach for it, but I made it disappear behind my back. Her expression changed abruptly. “Oh right, you’ve been keepingsecretsfrom me lately. Nothing new.”

She glared at me.

“No, but it’s a diary and...”

“You’re holding someone’s diary in your hands, and you don’t want to share it with your best friend?” Larissa replied accusingly.

I looked at Julian in despair. He seemed amused.

“It’s from my mum.”

And that was the crux of the matter.

“Oh,even better,Diana’s secrets.”An amused expression spread across her face. “How exciting.”

I pressed my lips together before opening them again. “Maybe it really is very private, and I should take it back.”

“Hey Julie, how much would you bet me that Bayla would return a diary that isn’t hers?”

Julie stared at the diary at first and finally smirked. Shesmirked.

“After you read the love letter, I wouldn’t bet on anything,” Julian said cheekily, and I widened my eyes.

“Julian!”

“Love letter?”Larissa raised an eyebrow.

There was no way out of this.

“I found an old love letter for my mother. But it’s not that important.”

“It’s actually very relevant because the sender is Alarik Copeland.”

Julie widened her eyes and looked at me in alarm.

Julian had taken it too far.

“What?OurEnglish professor? Toyourmother?”

The disbelief on Larissa’s face was impossible to miss.

“Could you please be quiet and not blurt out everything I’ve entrusted to you?” I said to Julian.

Then I rushed to the door of our room in a panic and closed it in the hope that no one had heard us.

“Too late, I’d say,” Larissa snorted.

Julian was still laughing. “I was just trying to help you get back on good terms with your friend.”

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