Keira
I told myself Monday would be normal.
I'd survive the gala, survive the photoshoot, and eventually this would fade the way every viral story eventually faded, replaced by some other stranger's embarrassing fifteen minutes. All I had to do was get through my classes and let the internet find someone else to obsess over.
I was wrong within about thirty seconds of stepping onto the quad.
Conversations dropped the moment I walked past, then picked back up in whispers loud enough for me to catch fragments. *That's her. That's the girl.* A cluster of girls near the fountain watched me with open admiration, one of them actually waving, another mouthing something that looked suspiciously like *I love your energy.* A different group near the library doors didn't bother lowering their voic
