I barely had time to fix my hair.
My fingers trembled slightly as I combed them through the tangled waves, trying to smooth out the evidence of what had just happened. My skirt refused to stay in place as it kept riding up no matter how much I tugged at it to stay down. Plus, I knew my face was still warm, and God, I didn’t even want to look at them in a mirror.
Far away from the storage room and on my way to the lecture hall. I turned the corner, and there was Sloane, standing with her arms folded outside the lecture hall doors, tapping her foot. Her face lit up with a sigh of exaggerated relief the moment she saw me.
“Where the hell have you been?” she demanded, her voice half whisper, half scolding. “You missed the entire class. I thought you just went to the student office!”
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