“Come on girl, look alive.” Lisa jerked me back to reality when she tapped my shoulder.

“This is not a mourning ceremony. Try to interact with people and stop warming the seat with your backside.”

“Who’s your friend Lisa?” A guy said as he approached us from behind.

Yes, she had said all that, even mentioned my backside in the presence of a strange guy who just happened to show up at the

time.

“Monica, this is Victor,” She said. “Victor, meet Monica.” I eyed the guy beside her and froze when I

recognized him. I’d seen him in class before. He was the guy who spoke to me

after...