Derrick's POV
That afternoon, I sat in my office after class, trying to bury myself in work. But it was fruitless. A vivid image of the awkward moment in class earlier danced in my mind, taunting me at every moment. If only I'd gone to class way earlier. Why did she even have to come so late? Her house was closer to school than mine. She could have arrived there way earlier than she did if she wanted.
Letting out a prolonged sigh, I allowed my shoulders to drop as I relaxed into my chair. Things seemed to only be getting worse since the rumors started. Finding something on Oliver that I could hang over him to put him in place was harder than I'd thought it would be. Or was I going about it the wrong way?
Jerking forward, I pulled my laptop closer to me and turned it on. I smiled to my
