The weeks that followed felt like the universe had conspired to make me a front-row witness to Noah’s every filthy escapade. It was as if catching him that day in the lecture hall unlocked something darker.
The polished mask he once wore slipped, revealing a bolder, more untamed version of him. Suddenly, the shadows he used to hide in weren’t enough. Noah wasn’t just flirting anymore; he was flaunting. Like the rules never applied to him. Like boundaries were a game he loved to break.
And somehow, everywhere I turned, he was there, unapologetically tangled in someone else. It wasn’t even subtle. If anything, it was theatrical, like each encounter was another act in his twisted show.
First, it was the restroom behind the science block. I had ducked in to collect myself after a tense pre
