The moment I stepped onto campus, I felt it. The weight of a hundred stares pressing down on me like an invisible force, suffocating and relentless.
Whispers curled around me like a fog, hushed voices merging into an unintelligible hum, but I knew. I knew exactly what they were saying. What had happened at Mason’s party had spread like wildfire, and now, in their eyes, I was the villain of the story.
My hands tightened around the straps of my bag as I walked, keeping my head high despite the heavy pit forming in my stomach. I could feel their eyes raking over me, their judgment thick in the air. Some people weren’t even trying to be subtle, openly gawking or exchanging knowing smirks as I passed by.
“She’s the one who ruined Mason’s birthday.”
“I heard Bettina and Mason’s wedding are o
