6. An Attack

Xenia

I’m still in shock and fuming mad as I walk back to my car. What a complete dick. I can’t believe men like that actually exist. The girls will lose it when I tell them. Brittania would have slapped him for sure. Jezebel was fearless when it came to situations like this too. I only wish I had the balls they did. Neither of them gave too much thought about consequences, where I was more of the rational, calculated person in the friend group, you know, the one that usually ends up being the designated driver taking care of her drunk girls. There’s always that one responsible friend. I think things through and play it safe, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but sometimes it just made me feel like I couldn’t put myself out really. Being the chief’s daughter didn’t help. I felt the need to carry myself in a certain way. I would never want to embarrass my dad.

I’m in such deep thought reeling about my recent encounter with Professor Dickman -- that’s his new nickname -