Rachel POV
The big lecture hall was already filling up by the time I slipped inside. Students shuffled into their seats one by one, chatting, laughing, living their normal lives.
Meanwhile, I was still dying inside from Eli’s rejection.
My cheeks burned with the memory as I walked toward the back. I sat down quickly, trying to pretend I wasn’t replaying the moment in my head like an embarrassing movie.
I straightened in my seat the moment I noticed the person beside me.
One of Damien’s guards.
Dressed in a college hoodie and jeans, with a backpack and fake glasses, he was doing his best impression of a student. An impression completely ruined by the fact he was built like a professional safe mover.
I groaned inwardly. God, could this day get any worse?
He didn’t look at me at first
