Catherine strolled down the hallway, still feeling very embarrassed and overwhelmed by the knowledge that everyone saw her and Armani together inside the janitor's closet. It was a memory she would have real trouble with getting rid of for good.
Merely thinking back on it made her want to either scream her lungs out, or shrink and retire into an invisible shell. Or maybe into her backpack. It would be a good place to hide, until everything had blown over.
Just as she had predicted beforehand, students everywhere were whispering about the whole affair whenever they saw her. There was no place she could go that she did not hear keywords ranging from the arcade, the bus, and to the closet incident.
It was about to drive her right to the edge of sanity. When would they stop?
Possibly never
