Natalie's pov
The shelf at the Dean's office was filled with awards and plaques… all in shades of brown and grey.
I looked at the door, sighing inwardly to myself. My mind was already made up as to what to ask the dean.
Where might he-
“Quit acting like a trapped squirrel.” A voice snapped beside me.
I clenched my jaw before turning to look at him.
Kian was already looking at me, with a lazy smile on his face.
“Ignore me, please,” I answered, rolling my eyes at him.
An emotion flitted through his face, before it disappeared.
“Trust me, I'd pay you to not breathe 5 feet close to me if I can,” he said, that aggravating smile still on his face.
Before I could respond, the door swung open and in walked the associate Dean. His head was down, as he read a file he held.
“Miss Mayers
