Lydia flinched at being called a "nobody."
Ethan grabbed her wrist, stopping her touch. "I said get lost."
"I doubt your father would be pleased to hear you speak to me like this."
Lydia didn't wait to hear more. She ran as fast as her weak legs could carry her. Behind her, she heard Alexandra's frustrated growl.
She didn't stop running until she reached her own dorm room. The second she was inside, she slammed the door shut, her back hitting it as she slid to the floor. Her breath was coming too fast, too sharp like she couldn't get enough air. Her hands trembled as she wiped her face but the tears kept coming. This was bad.
Her face was probably already spreading like wildfire through Luxemount gossip channel.
Ethan Laurent's midnight snack.
Luxemount's newest w***
