The next morning, after I swore to Jordon I will go to class and come back here, Jordon finally nods and leaves the room. I get up and head to class. I manage to keep my attention on the professor, barely. I am overloaded with the amount of work I have missed over the last few days. Finally, noon hits. I have a two-hour lunch break and the idea of going to the cafeteria and have all the other students stare at me sounds like torture. I decide I am going to head to the deli just on the other side of campus and get a sandwich there and find a quiet place to hide.
As I am waiting in line to pay, I get the same sickly tingle running up my spin. I order a large bottle of water to go with my sandwich and pay and walk out of the deli. Once outside I need to lean against the building or I may pas
