ensing

e Hall 101 was packed to absolute

behind the stage, but the second my foot crossed the thresh

bellowed across the hall, waving chalk-covered fingers frantically. "We are discussing multi-dim

bustled up the stairs, practically steered me by the elbow into an empt

onto the polished floor. It seemed I was trapped

ating cloud of synthetic jasmine perfu

golden blonde hair styled into flawless curls. Her amber eyes were narrow, g

ck's Beta, and the undisputed social so

sive slate blackboards spanning the wall, his chalk scratching frantical

ossing her manicured arms. She didn't lower her voice in the slightest as sh

her glossy lips curling into a sneer. "You're a computer science charity case, aren't you? What are you doin

behind her chuckled nervously, eager

lain black gel pen, and began sketching a detailed doodle

unbroken

ttled, furious crimson. Her wolf claws elongated sli

across the amphitheater. "You're a disgrace to Northgate! Sitting here pretending you understand qua

e hall instantly

around, his bushy gray eyebrows furrowing in deep agitation. "Miss White! T

d my pen down

violet gaze directly onto B

ient, and completely

ted here by Professor Finch himself. Second, even if I were seeking attention, someone of your microscopic intellect

eath swept across the eig

a stack of textbooks off the adjacent desk. "How dare you speak to me like that?! My father is the Beta o

tote bag over my shoulder wi

elief that Northgate was an academic institution. If this hall is merely a kindergart

ease!" Finch begged, wav

an accusing, trembling finger at me. "She doesn't unders

ng down at the chalkboard where Professor

ed smile cur

rstand it?" I

ve boundary condition for three days. He attempted to use a standard perturbation tensor, but

h fell open, his eyes

? You think you can solve a doctoral divergenc

White?" I murmured, stepping do