My days as a student are much more…smooth now. I had completely adjusted, except for the cold see stares in my direction as I passed by the hallway.

I am not that dumb. I know what they are thinking about. it’s about Mr. Venesian again. I am not deaf as I could hear their whispers about me.

“Whore.” “Slut.”

They are hating me just because I am the only one who could talk to Mr. Venesian. even my other female professors were not in the mood. give me good grades even though I did well.

Just yesterday, I was surprised to see Mr. Venesian’s bodyguards at my dorm and. drove...