Jules POV
The professor's voice fades in and out like a radio with bad reception.
I'm in my sociology lecture—or supposed to be. But all I see are the students in front of me whispering, glancing back.
One girl shows her phone to another. They both look at me and laugh.
I stand up. Grab my bag.
"Miss Rowan?" Professor Davis pauses mid-sentence. "Where are you going?"
"Bathroom."
I don't wait for permission. Just walk out while thirty pairs of eyes follow me.
In the hallway, I lean against the wall and try to breathe.
I can't do this. Can't sit in that room while they stare and whisper and judge.
My phone shows the time: 10:47 AM. If I leave now, I could pick up an extra shift at the library.
I need the money more than I need this class anyway.
The campus dining hall sits betwee
