ZAIJIAN HEWSON
The campus was only beginning to stir awake.
I glanced toward the bus stop outside the campus gates. If my timing was right, she should be arriving soon. I noticed that she was early on her first day of community service. That being said, I wanted to sit close to Acir once we were allowed to board the bus.
I adjusted the strap of my satchel and began walking toward the quadrangle.
“Zaijian!”
I stopped.
Dianna hurried toward me, her usual composed demeanor replaced by obvious urgency. Her breathing was uneven, as though she’d been searching the campus. “There you are.”
“What happened?”
“I’ve been looking everywhere.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear before speaking. “The Dean and Professor Tom Garett have been trying to contact you since earlier. They
