It had been her fifth visit to the administrative building in two days. And all her attempts to beg the college to reverse its decision had yielded no positive answers.
She kept hearing the same thing over and over again, like a broken record. “It is really not in our hands, Ms. Thompson.”
“We are only following the decisions of the board, Ms. Thompson.”
“It is only a year. It will soon pass and you will be back to complete your studies.”
Chloe was ready to tear her own hair out. That was why she told herself she now sat in David’s room watching him pour her some orange Fanta into a glass.
She accepted it and took a sip of the sweet, fizzy drink. Her eyes wandered anywhere, except in David’s direction. It was obvious he was excited she had finally come to his room. The guy looked rea
