EMILY
"Hey, Grandma."
"Jesus!" My whole body jerks in surprise as Curt pops up out of nowhere. Let's just say I was lost in my own world while strutting towards the lecture hall.
"Whoa, hold up... what's the deal with you?" He scans me up and down with his bulging eyes, obviously noticing that I'm rocking the same outfit as yesterday – well, minus the undies. "You're a hot mess this morning."
"Shhh! You talk too much."
I feel my cheeks heating up because I know exactly how I look – like someone who got thoroughly ravished and left in disarray. To avoid further scrutiny from Curt, I change direction and make a beeline for the ladies' room. As I catch sight of my reflection in the mirror, it's even worse than I imagined; my clothes are a wreck, and I look flushed and exhausted. I close
