Emily’s POV
By the time the driver dropped me off at the center of Bellmont’s campus, my skin felt like it was on fire.
Every single step I took across the brick quad sent a sharp, throbbing ache straight through my thighs. The cashmere sweater clung to my neck, and despite the cool morning breeze, I felt flushed from the inside out.
"Emily! Over here!"
I turned toward the outdoor patio by the campus cafe. Lila Morgan was waving frantically at me, her phone in one hand and a giant pink iced drink in the other. Sitting across from her, looking cool and ridiculously put-together, was Sophia Bennett.
"Hey, guys," I said, sliding into the metal chair between them and dumping my bag onto the floor.
"Finally!" Lila practically squealed, leaning across the table. "You missed the absolute tr
