I rolled my eyes. Michael knew it was impossible, but he didn't want to tell me.
"If you don't want to tell me, then don't." I walked past Michael to the cloakroom and started picking out clothes.
Michael leaned against the closet and looked at me. He wanted to see me change, but I wouldn't let him. I slammed the walk-in closet door in front of him.
"You better hurry up. You're going to be late for class," Michael said from outside.
I grabbed my phone and glanced at it. Oh my god! It was already 10:00. My class was at 10:30. No, why would Michael care about my class? I started to put on my shirt and jeans.
When I opened the closet door, Michael was standing in the doorway.
"I'll take you to class today," he said.
I looked at him suspiciously. Michael spread his hands and said, "You've lost my trust the last time you snuck out. I'll pick you up myself this time."
He didn't give up on his child-minding methods. I glared at him, but Michael didn't budge.
