Cheryl
The weekend passed blissfully without Mr. Han’s presence interrupting my life. I was fine. I didn’t care about him anymore.
My Oppa was dead to me.
I had just finished my exams for the day, and relief washed over me. Two more damn papers, and I’d be free for the summer. But now, I had to decide what to do with it.
Stay home and rot?
Intern at Tonyhan and deal with Mr. Han?
Both options were frustrating. I wanted to be as far away from him as possible. Then, I remembered the form I had brought along to fill out—the one for the summer math program at Harvard.
Cambridge or Boston? I don’t know.
I wasn’t entirely sure if I wanted to go yet, but I just needed a little push. Taking out the form, I began filling it in.
A few moments later, Anna slid into the seat across from me,
