Where the f**k was Bria?
I paced around the front of my classroom to lecture about Ovid, but I couldn’t get my mind off of Bria or what happened last night. Every time the door opened or a pen fell or a paper flipped on someone’s desk, I looked up at the exit doors to see if it was Bria Benton.
She didn’t seem like the type of girl to skip class.
From the moment I met her, she seemed very particular and anxious about missing any sort of event, had stumbled into the classics building in a rush and a complete mess of nerves, hair crazy from the wind and eyes wide in fear that she’d be late.
“Professor Lee?” Jasmine said, sitting in Bria’s seat in the front row.
After cursing to myself, I stood behind the podium and rubbed my sweaty palms together, giving her a nod to ask whatever kind o
