The next day wasn't any better. In fact, it was worse. I nearly missed my second class, and I had to enter an ongoing lecture looking disheveled. Fortunately, Professor Graham wasn't as troublesome as the other professors.
I had to find another empty seat next to a pretty girl with long caramel hair who smelled amazing, since Avery Elliot had taken my usual spot in the front row, between my stepbrother and friend.
I mean, isn't she an economics student? Why is she in a psychology class?
She was twirling Caden's long hair with her fingers, and her demeanor seemed as if she had accomplished the greatest quest in life. I'm sure she's taking notes for him. I could've found it pathetic, but hey, who am I to judge? It's not like I didn't write Caden's notes. The only difference is that, at th
