Elowen

I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar, pristine white ceiling and made a silent pact with myself: Today will be good.

It had to be. I needed twenty-four hours of peace, productivity, and basic human dignity. No public humiliation. And most importantly, zero Zephyr-induced suffering. I will try all I can to avoid him today.

Sighing, I sat up and took a slow breath to steady my nerves. Yesterday had been a disaster, but people embarrass themselves all the time. Some people trip on stairs; some accidentally call their professors "Mom." My particular flavor of humiliation just happened to involve a scholarship, a group of judgmental Belmont guys, and...