Being back on campus felt right. It felt great to be back in my lectures, back having great debates on theoretical cases, and even pulling up old case files to see how we may have done things differently. I was starting to feel like me again. Like a woman in control of her life. Then I see Ezra and am reminded that right now, control is a beautiful illusion.
“He’s so hot.”
“God, the things I’d do with just one night with him.”
“You think they’re an item? She would be crazy not to be jumping his bones every night.”
The whispers about why Ezra was following me everywhere still haven’t died down and it’s been almost three weeks. The other girls in my class have tried talking to me, which they have never done before, just to try to get his attention. I find it very annoying.
“Where to,
