ISADORA
When we step outside, I can't stop myself from looking around for Justin. I spot him on the other side of the gigantic pool, standing with a group of people I've only ever seen around campus. We make eye contact and a shiver races down my spine.
I can't help this reaction I have whenever he's near. It pisses me off that I haven't gotten over it, but everything takes time. A lifetime of harm can't be erased in a few months, and this is definitely the closest we've ever been.
In his narcissistic point of view, I only came to Hartwell U to taunt him with my presence, but I didn't want to go to an out-of-state school because of my mother. Currently, home is just an hour away from her, and I can leave to see her whenever I please. It wouldn't be as easy to catch a flight to see her
