“Have you ever met Mrs Dawson?” Lilith asked as we walked into the classroom and sat on the second last bench. “I heard that she is pretty strict.”
My lips parted, and I was about to reply when I was made aware of scrutinising gazes. Raising my head, I looked around to find most of the class staring at me. My eyebrows furrowed as I turned to face Lilith and asked in a hushed voice, “Is something wrong with me? Why is everyone staring at me?”
She bit her lower lip and slid her phone towards me. “It is probably because of this.”
‘Ayame Hills: a witch?’ The tagline of the most recent post in a group chat caught my attention. ‘The second day of her freshman year and she already has three handsome men wrapped around her fingers.’ These words were followed by a very candid image of Tristan
