“Why does this school suddenly feel… so small?”

I asked Cole as we stepped out of the car in the university parking lot. His face looked serious, but I could tell from the way he gripped my hand—he was nervous, even if he refused to admit it.

I squeezed his hand back. Not because it was sweet… but because it felt like I was being led to the sacrificial table.

The moment we walked through the gates, two underclass girls sitting on a bench turned their heads.

“OMG, is that Laura?”

“She’s with Cole?! I thought yesterday was just a prank. My god!”

Here we go again.

I straightened my...