ten before going out, but I was too depressed. Today, I'm more enraged than heartbroken about what Julius did. He wasted

I put on my Columbia hoodie. I grabbed a pair of jeans and my favorite running shoes, needing to run off this hangover. I took my bag and jogged to campus. My

calculus, but Professor Dune took away from that love. He wanted the problems solved his way only. Even th

nch at the

always ate lunch together as our

ofessor moody pants her

e's still time. Or maybe see

o my advisor. I really ca

here. Finally, class was over and I zoomed out of there, booking it to my advisor's office in hopes she was there. I don't th

. I rolled my eyes, feeling annoyed when the door swung open, hitting me right

I'll need to

esponsible for my misery today, looked at me horrified. His dark circles and impending sense of doom clued

pulled from his pocket. They seemed clean, so I took them, squeezing my

opened the door too. My nose didn't feel broken, but looking at this poor guy, I figure i

with black pants. Stylish, black-framed glasses adorned his face over his clear blue eyes. He was pretty handsome

new one." He swore as he walked me to the clinic. I sh

I was taken to a room rather quickly. The guy went with me just so he could explain what happened. He

p from the chart with my information. "Oh, my." He grabbed the rolling stool sitting in f

oor hard, hitting her in the face. It

n't look broken. We'll get it clea

nting to it. He wiped it s

ouple of stitches on your tongue. Tha

, rollin

cou

two." He told me as he t

pe my address out. I just raised a brow at him, wondering if he was joking. He's a stranger. I'm not giving him my address. Even if he is

Hailey and I meet. This way, I won't b

wer." He smiled, leaving just as

t needed to be done as he took a seat in front of me again. He put his gloves on and got to

ew days. Avoid straining it as much as possible.

ll me when I'll be able to