~ Sylara's POV ~
I stood frozen outside Nick's office door, my hand hovering inches from the dark wood. I couldn't bring myself to knock.
The news about a professor sleeping with a student wasn't just spreading—it was a wildfire consuming everything. Everyone was talking about it. Some students had even created a massive group chat to hunt down the culprits, and Ashley, totally oblivious to the knife she was twisting in my back, had added me to it.
The whole campus was on the group chat, and they had been talking nonstop about the student. They condemned her and branded her with a cruel nickname: "Miss S." They said the S stood for Shameless.
It even made it worse because my name actually started with S.
They were gossiping relentlessly, acting like pure, innocent saints, when ninety
