BRYCE
The staring started before I even made it through the campus gates. Three girls walked towards me on the main path, they saw me, stopped talking mid-sentence, just... stared and watched me walk past like I was some kind of exotic animal on display.
I kept my head down, shoulders hunched, backpack straps gripped so tight my knuckles went white.
"That's him," one of them stage-whispered but loud enough that she knew I'd hear.
"I heard she waited for him at his workplace," another one said. "Like, actually showed up during his shift."
"She's obsessed." The other said.
"He must be amazing in bed or something."
My face went nuclear and I walked faster, jaw clenched so hard my teeth ached, willing myself not to react. Not to give them the satisfaction of seeing how much their words landed. This was worse than yesterday.
