My fingers trembled as I handed the phone back to the guy who was now looking at me with concern etched on his face. My breathing started becoming more irregular with seconds.
I hastily packed my bags, with warm tears already pooling at my eyes. As I descended the lecture hall, the stares of everyone started becoming more and more obvious, boring intensely into my soul. I didn't need to look at them to know how judgmental their stares looked. I felt it.
It felt like I was doing the walk of shame as my heart started beating rapidly and an unfamiliar wave of nausea hit me. After what felt like years, I finally exited the classroom, silently praying for Evan not to call me back.
I walked down the hallway trying to wipe the tears that were rolling onto my cheeks. I pulled out my phone fro
