OLIVIA
I stepped into the lecture hall, clutching my laptop and bag in both hands as I made my way to an empty spot.
I could hear the shady whispers behind me as I walked past my classmates, their curious and mocking gazes stabbing into my back. And for a short, delusional moment, I decided to believe those whispers weren't about me.
But they were in fact, about me.
My classmates were all staring at me. Every. Single. One. Of. Them.
What was it about this time? What fresh gossip about me were they enjoying?
As usual, I ignored them, sliding into my seat and setting down my bag and laptop. One would think that as final year students, they would be more mature. But they were really only as childish as it could get.
They'd treated me the same way since our first year here, seeing as
