Cole:
Business Ethics.
Or as I liked to call it—the perfect class to sleep through.
I sat near the back, feet propped up on the empty seat in front of me, lazily flipping through my phone. I hadn’t bothered to read the assigned case study, and I had no intention of pretending otherwise.
But today, I couldn’t even zone out properly.
Because the moment I walked into the lecture hall, I felt it.
The shift.
Whispers. Glances. The kind of energy that said you’re not the story anymore—you’re the punchline. The feeling sent a wave of icy cold rage through me because Cole Kingston was never the punchline.
A girl two rows ahead leaned toward her friend, covering her mouth as she whispered something. The other one gasped and turned to look back at me, eyes going wide. She elbowed the gu
