First day at the university was hectic, and I had no need to move in the graduate dorms as my other fellow classmates. It was a twenty-minutes’ drive from my apartment, so I skipped the traditional move-in day on campus.
Tiffany was conspicuously missing – she still hadn’t recovered from the backlash from the very people who used to love her. The disgrace was a rude awakening and she was still hiding in her lair. Mr. Cox was suffering from severe depression, and they were about to announce his replacement, which would be my father according to the tabloids.
What felt great was the liberating feeling of not having to put up with the presence of a certain bastard. And knowing that the reason behind his conspicuous absence was me gave me a sadistic gleefulness and sense of calmness. The a
