HAZEL
Kelly wasn’t kidding. There are photos on every major website. Photos of Asher and me from last night.
I’ve lost count of how many people have stopped to say hi to me in the dorms and even on campus.
In class, students openly stare in my direction. They take photos of me and point. Some say hi, others sneer.
During the rugby game, I try to make myself small in the bleachers, but people still recognize me. I’m hard to miss, wearing Asher’s numbers the way I am.
It’s official. We are the IT couple on campus. If I didn’t know it before, I certainly know it now. Everyone wants a piece of me. Students come over, asking to take a photo with me, or just to chat for a few minutes.
It’s all so overwhelming.
“Hey,” Alison slides into the seat next to me. “How’s it going?”
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