Shantel’s POV
Have you ever walked into a place and felt like the air just changes? Like everyone senses a shift, even if they don’t know what it is yet?
That was me the second I stepped into the cafeteria.
I didn’t rush. Oh, no, I didn’t.
I walked in with my chin raised high, my hips moving with that unbothered rhythm that says, I have arrived, and you may now proceed to be impressed.
My outfit was perfect, my hair was flawless, still fresh from the last time I checked it in the bathroom mirror.
I didn’t leave the dorm room like this earlier. I had changed up in the bathroom when it was time for lunch break.
The whole cafeteria was silent. Heads turned towards me, forks paused mid-air. I swear I heard someone choke on their juice.
It was exactly the way I had planned it, and
