CHAPTER TWELVE

- HAZEL -

I yawned, laying on my bed. It's afternoon and I have a class in thirty minutes but I don't want to go. I don't want to have to sit in class and watch the 'hot' professor I had sex with teach.

That's another form of torture because this time, I won't be there alone. I'll be with her, Kate, and the last thing I want is to mix up the glances he'll pass my way because of her, glances not directed at me of course. Plus, Kate won't be so drunk anymore, she'll be sober and sober Kate asks a lot more questions than drunk Kate. I groaned and buried my head in my pillow. Or a pillow on my head, it's literally the same thing, just this time, the pillow is actually on my head, burying my head.

I groaned. My frustration is forcing me to have a logical explanation for things I normally wouldn't think about twice.

"You good, new girl?" Jasmine, my roommate asks. How do I even talk to someone about my situation without feeling like a bad person?

I can always use other people as refere