The rest of the day passes by painfully slowly after I leave the chapel. I attend all of my classes as usual, keeping to myself - avoiding the curious glances and questioning stares of my peers, and avoiding Ezra like the plague.
I do have a few classes with him near the end of the day, and I manage to avert my eyes any time I feel his cool, penetrating glare settled on me. Unfortunately, he managed to turn the 'green slime dunking drama' to his advantage. After wiping every last bit of the gooey slime off with a towel (something the girls in Ezra's little fan club apparently helped with, and now won't shut up about) the only hint of it that remains is in his hair - giving his dark bronze locks a shiny, glossy green look, a bit like some sort of holographic hair gel. The girls swoon over
