Someone's Watching

I had grudgingly gotten up from bed to leave my dorm even though my body protested otherwise. Every inch of me ached like I'd been hit by a bus. I didn't know the source of the pain, but it throbbed deep, reminding me of everything I wanted to forget. Still, I wasn't one to skip lectures. No matter the whispers, no matter the stares, I was determined to walk through campus with my head high.

At least, that was the plan.

The second I got the call that the Vice Chancellor wanted to see me in his office, I began to regret my decision. Maybe I should've stayed in bed after all.

"Is she the reason my son got into a fight?"

The sharp question hit me the moment I pushed the heavy wooden door open.

The voice belonged to a woman with sharp cheekbones and an even sharper tongue. Slater's mum. Her face was masked in layers of powder and lipstick, her jaw lifted unnaturally high, probably a gift from one of her doctors. She looked like someone who had never once lost an argument in her life.