(Clara)
I spent the entire morning convincing myself that everything was fine.
Unfortunately, I was a terrible liar.
The first lie came when I told myself I wasn't thinking about the kiss.
The second came when I told myself I wasn't nervous about seeing Professor Hart again.
The third came when I stood in front of my closet for fifteen minutes trying to decide what to wear and somehow convinced myself that was completely normal behavior.
By the time I arrived on campus, I was already annoyed.
Mostly with myself.
A sensible person would've forgotten about the entire thing.
A sensible person would've focused on classes, assignments, and literally anything else.
Instead, my brain had apparently decided to become my greatest enemy.
The morning lectures passed slowly.
Painfully slow
