Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Eventually, a guy toward the back of the room stands. Then a girl to the right of me, followed by several more students.
Maybe he’s not out to get me. Maybe he’s just a hardass in the classroom.
On trembling legs, I join the group standing.
Sterling smirks.
“Stand up if you’ve ever had regrets.”
I remain standing, because who hasn’t had regrets?
“Stand up if you’re selfish.”
I go to sit down, because selfish is definitely not a word I would use to describe myself.
Sterling’s not having it though. “Remain standing, Miss Price.”
“Why?” I whisper, feeling defeated but unwilling to admit it.
Ignoring my question, Sterling addresses the class. “I do not tolerate lies. Of any kind. Not to me, and not to yourself. Keep that in mind before returning to this class on Thursday. Show up ready to be real, or don’t show up at all. Class dismissed.”
In a flurry of motion, we all begin packing away our belongings. Luckily, most of my stuff is already in my bag from my failed escape attempt at the start of class.
I’m nearly to the door when Sterling calls after me. “Miss Price, a word?”
I gulp but turn and head toward him, determined not to show any more weakness to the likes of him. “Yes?”
“I know what you did,” he says for my ears only, “and I intend to make you pay.”
A million replies race through my brain, yet my mouth won’t form around a single word. Instead, I glare while willing myself not to cry.
“That’s right. I know. Now, run along, and if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll play nice.”
Still, I can’t seem to bring myself to speak. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d trust myself not to make a fool of myself. So, I do the only thing I can. I turn around and bolt.
Chapter Eight
Emmy
Stella: Where are you?!
Stella: Emmy... Hello?!
I read over her rapid-fire texts and slink down deeper into my despair. Because in addition to being a spineless coward, I’m also the worst friend ever. I bailed on my lunch plans with Stella in favor of hiding out in the relative safety of our suite.
Though, it’s hard to feel safe anywhere, knowing he’s here, all too eager to take up Rob’s vendetta as his own.
Stella: Mandatory check-in or I swear to God, I will report you missing to campus security!
Guilt over ghosting my friend weighs on me as I text her back.
Me: Sorry. I’m not feeling well.
Not a total lie.
Stella: Want some soup?
Me: Sure, thanks.
I don’t want soup. I don’t want anything, other than to wake up and find this whole day is nothing more than a nightmare.
Only, I know this is real. Of course it is. Why would anything ever go my way? Honestly, you’d think the universe would give me a break after everything, but no. Here it is, knocking me down yet again.
I’m still wallowing when Stella enters our suite. “Emmy?” she calls, her voice soft.
“You can come in,” I call back, unwilling to leave the cocoon I’ve created beneath my covers.
She steps into my bedroom, thankfully with no soup container in sight. “You look rough, babe.”
I give her a wry laugh. “Thanks.”
“Just calling it like I see it.” Stella shrugs unapologetically before plopping down beside me on my bed. “What’s going on?”
“I’m—”
“Don’t you dare say sick.” She shakes her head, her blonde locks whipping around her face. “I may not know you all that well yet, but I do know a lie when I hear it. You’re not sick. You’re just not. So, what gives?”
How much do I tell her? Will she think differently of me? Will she think I’m a liar? A slut?
A million different outcomes race through my mind as Stella stares expectantly, waiting for my reply.
“It’s just. Um. Some bad things happened back home and coming here was supposed to be my fresh start.” I sniffle as the tears I’ve been holding back all day finally break free. “But someone from home is here and I... I can’t.”
My sniffles give way to chest-heaving sobs.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Stella reaches out as if to hug me, but drops her arms at the last minute, taking my hand in hers instead. “You’re okay.”
“I’m not. I’m not, I’m not.” I draw my knees to my chest, and repeat those same three words over and over, my head shaking side-to-side.
“Emmy, stop it!” Stella shouts. The unexpected sharpness of her tone instantly pauses my breakdown. “There, that’s better. Now, listen. Everyone has a past. Everyone has demons. Everyone, babe. Even the freaking pope. But that doesn’t mean you let them rule you.”
“How?” I whisper, my voice hoarse from crying.
“By dealing with it. Head on.”
“What do you mean?”
“Who is this person? Can you avoid him?”
I shake my head. “He’s my TA.”
Stella cringes. “Ooh. Can you talk to the professor? Change classes?”
“The thought of changing crossed my mind. Do you think I could?” A small seed of hope blooms in my chest.