Gianna Ossen.
The wound on my leg was treated, but it still hurt. My leg was wrapped in a bandage.
"You should go home. If you put pressure on your leg, you'll feel pain," Iriana said.
"I can't. I have Professor McLean's class today. It's very important. I haven't attended his class in a while," I replied.
"Who cares? You're sick. You're Logan Maxwell's fiancée, after all? Who's going to reprimand you?" she retorted.
That was enough to offend me. I never wanted to use Logan as a shield. I was already committed to living my college life as my own person without Logan Maxwell's big name.
"No, I don't want that. My future is my responsibility. Logan has a lot more to think about than my college life," I replied.
Katy took my hand, her expression worried.
"Why don't you rest here?" she
