Eve's POV
The moment I step in, the students are already in their seats, chatting among themselves in low voices. There's a faint buzz in the air that tells me they've already been waiting. I'm late.
I step inside, trying to look more confident than I feel. I pull my shoulders back and do my best to project authority, despite the fact that I feel like I'm about to faint from both the hangover and the anxiety gnawing at my insides.
"Morning," I manage to say, my voice coming out a little too raspy for my liking. The room goes silent almost instantly. I feel all their eyes on me, and for a split second, my throat closes up.
"Alright," I begin, doing my best to sound confident despite the voice in my head screaming at me to just run away. "I'm Professor Rose. I'll be your teacher today... and for the rest of the semester."
A few of them exchange glances, and I can't help but notice the bored looks on their faces. They couldn't care less.
