~ Sylara's POV ~
"Why did you leave the group chat, Lara?" Ashley complained with a frown the moment I sat next to her in class.
"I wasn't interested in hearing the gossip." I replied.
"Gossip? It's not gossip, Lara!" Ashley leaned in, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and twisted excitement. "Miss S is sleeping with a professor... a professor."
"What if she's sleeping with a professor? It's her body? Why judge her like she murdered someone?" I said.
Ashley blew out a harsh breath, clearly shocked by my tone. "Fine... she didn't kill anyone. But what she's doing is completely warped. She's having s*x with a man old enough to be her father—that's pure bullshit if you ask me."
"It's her life," I snapped back, my chest heaving as I fought to keep my voice from cracking. "It doesn't bel
