Jane
When I got home, I dropped my bag by the door and went straight to my room without even changing out of my hoodie. I didn’t turn on the light. Just collapsed onto the bed, face first, and groaned into my pillow like some tragic indie film heroine.
It was supposed to be just a tutoring session. It was supposed to be simple. But instead, my brain kept replaying that moment - Austin, leaning back in his chair, flashing that lazy grin, and those girls swarming him like he was the damn prom king. And the worst part? He didn’t even seem fazed. Just rolled with it. Like it happened all the time. Like he was used to girls treating him like some kind of hockey-playing Greek god. And maybe he was.
But what stuck with me more than their flirtation was my reaction to it. The way my stomach twi
