KYLIE

My fingers were working nonstop on the keyboard of my laptop as I tried to round up my assignment.

My heart was repeatedly doing that weird, fluttering double-tap against my ribs, and my vision was slightly beginning to blur from staring at the black-and-white text of my sociology paper for six hours straight.

I didn't want to get on Professor Miller’s bad side this early in the semester; starting my sophomore year with a late submission was a one-way ticket to a "C" and a lot of condescending office hour chats.

I slumped back in my chair, letting out a long, deep breath after I finally clicked on “send.”...