ZOEY
Zoey rubbed her wrists with the palm of her hands before staring at the ground and waiting for Professor Beaumont to say what was going to happen next.
She hated the crowd that had gathered.
What she hated more was the fact that people had taken out their phones and were making videos. In no time, the videos would circulate social media, and she would once again go viral. If people could connect the dots and know that it was the man whom she was cussing out and wishing for him to die was the one who saved her from getting locked up, then they’d say she was going back to her vomit. The irony of it.
"Come with me." He told her, turning around and pummeling through the crowd. The confidence he exuded was a stark contrast to her timidity. His designer peacoat and shiny black wingtips
