**Phoebe's POV**
Giovanni finally backed down, and stormed out of the classroom. Professor Gregory, on shaky legs, started class, but I could still feel random stares on me. It would get around campus soon about the crazy guy trying to snatch a small girl from her seat. It would probably morph into a bunch of different stories, and not even be remotely true. Some will say it was a lover's spat, others will say I like the attention, and so on. I needed to tell Darry, and maybe even my dad. I don't care who Giovanni Russo is. He doesn't just treat someone like property.
After my classes were done for the day, I convinced Sofia to let us have the day off from studying. We were caught up with the little bit of schoolwork we had, and I needed to ask her for a favor. When we got back to our r
