HAZEL
I haven’t known a shame like this before in my life. This is a new level of humiliation for me.
I know most girls wouldn’t object to being flung over a guy’s shoulder and carted around campus like an object. But I’m not most girls.
I’m Hazel Bell and up until a week ago, I had a solid reputation. I thought I had a great love. Nothing turned out to be the way I had imagined.
It takes Asher carting me around campus, on his shoulder, for me to come to terms with the reality of things and it upsets me so much.
Guys and girls catcall us. Asher and I. They laugh and point at us. But it’s not mocking. It’s rather swoony.
I can see the envy in the girls’ eyes as they watch us, no doubt wishing they are the ones being carted around.
We get to the rugby field and the guys are alread
