~Jasmine~
When the taxi pulled up to the Ivory Spire campus, I felt a tiny bit of relief. This was my territory. The minimalist buildings and the bustling students felt safe compared to that penthouse with three hot dudes.
Freya paid the driver and we climbed out, our shoulders slumped with exhaustion.
"Let's just get upstairs, order the greasiest pizza we can find, and pretend today didn't happen," Freya suggested, trying to sound exciting.
"Sounds like a plan."
We started walking toward the entrance of our dorm building, but as we rounded the corner near the parking lot, A black car was parked near the curb, and two girls were busy hauling their luggage out of the trunk.
Even from a distance, I recognized the way they moved,the entitled tilt of their heads, the way they looked at
