When I returned, the university felt different. I didn’t know if it was just me or if I was the one who had changed, but the air on campus was thick with something I couldn’t name. The way people looked at me wasn’t subtle anymore but suspicious and expectant, as if they were all waiting for something to drop, and it did.
Three days after I moved back into my dorm, it exploded. It started with an anonymous Twitter thread, grainy screenshots, and was blurry at first but familiar. A hand, a shoulder, and a low-lit shot of two figures in a car. A photo that looks familiar followed by a caption:
“Student or surrogate? Either way, that ain’t tutoring, Professor B.”
#TSU #SexScandal #FacultyFreak
I froze in the cafeteria line, eyes locked on my screen as the posts multiplied in real-time.
