Ethan's POV
I strolled onto campus, feeling like a million bucks - or ten million, to be precise. The hangover fog had lifted, replaced by a newfound swagger in my step. My new clothes felt like armor, protecting me from the judgmental stares I'd grown accustomed to.
As I rounded the corner of the quad, I spotted a familiar group huddled near the fountain. Tiffany's high-pitched laugh carried across the courtyard, followed by Daniel's obnoxious guffaw. My stomach churned.
I caught snippets of their conversation as I approached. "Did you see what he was wearing last week?" Tiffany's voice dripped with disdain. "I swear, those jeans had more holes than Swiss cheese."
Daniel said, "Probably can't afford a decent meal, let alone new clothes."
Their friends snickered, oblivious to my prese
