登入VERA'S P.O.VI slipped through the door quietly; it was almost five in the evening.Monday's were the longest days of lectures, with four two-hour lectures. On top of that, I had to take an Uber home, which was even more expensive than the last time I came home with one.I just wanted to go in and head straight to bed without anyone noticing.I climbed the stairs to my room and even took off my shoes so I didn't make a sound."Hi Vera."The familiar voice came from behind. I nearly missed my step, clutching the railings for dear life."Jesus, Amanda," I said, clearly startled."Sorry," she apologised, with that warm smile she always had plastered on her face."You scared me. How was school?" I asked."Good. How were your classes?" She asks in return."They were good, are my parents home?" I asked, lowly. "I think so," she replied, also sounding a little unsure."Well, if they are, I'd appreciate it if you pretend like you haven't seen me," I begged.I really didn't want to deal with
HUNTER'S P.O.VVera spends more time than normal in Almond's office. It made me think he was grading her assignment right there and then, line by line. That's the kind of thing professors did because they had power and too much time. She should've been out by now.We both had a class at this very moment, and we were both actively missing it.I had no right to be irritated since I caused all of this. I was stupid enough to forget her assignment.I shifted my weight for what had to be the tenth time, leaning against the wall outside the office before pushing off it again.My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out, grateful for the distraction.It was a text, but before I got a chance to read it, a call from an unknown number came through, and I answered anyway."Hello, who is this?" "Hunter dear, is that you?" A familiar voice spoke.My brain hurts as I try to match a face to the voice that spoke."It's Mrs Anderson, am I speaking with Hunter James?"Yes, of course.Mrs Anders
VERA'S P.O.VI waited outside the lecture hall, and a moment later, Hunter came to join me.Without saying a word, he led the way out of the faculty building and onto the open campus grounds.As we walked, I couldn't help but wonder if this was all part of some elaborate plan to get me alone with him.Hunter was never forgetful. He wasn't absent-minded, not even on his worst days, so I couldn't bring myself to believe he had actually forgotten it.He unlocked his truck, and the headlights blinked twice in response.Coming around to my side, he opened the door for me and held out his hand to help me in."You good?" he asked, looking at me before shutting the door."I'm fine," I replied flatly.He closed the door, rounded the front of the truck, and slid into the driver's seat.The engine roared to life, and within seconds, he was driving swiftly off campus.The file he had spent the entire morning with his head buried in sat on the dashboard right in front of me like a silent question.
VERA'S P.O.VEllie and I climbed out of her convertible, the morning sun already warming our skin. She didn't usually drive it, but summer was close, and the weather had been too good to ignore."My driving's always rusty," she said as she slammed the door shut. "It's like I only know how to drive seasonally. It's actually insane.""Why don't you just fix the roof?" I suggested as we started toward the building.She laughed. "I can't fix what doesn't exist. I'd have to buy a whole new one."Then she bumped my shoulder with hers."Or you could just pass your driver's test and start driving me around.""I'm working on it," I said, and for once, I actually meant it.We stepped into the lecture hall and paused just inside the doorway, peering around cautiously like two criminals checking if the coast was clear. It was already ten minutes past nine, but the lecturer wasn't there yet."Thank God," Ellie breathed in relief as we hurried to our usual seats in the corner.We sat down and starte
HUNTER'S P.O.VSince Vera had blocked me on every social media platform, I got lonely. Lonely was an understatement; I was insanely depressed. Until now, I didn't know how little of a social life I had. Vera had Ellie and a handful of friends in our major.I had Vera—only Vera.I was at my lowest, eating ramen out of a cup whilst scrolling through pictures on my phone, pictures of Vera and me, but mostly her because she loved taking pictures. I thought about creating another Instagram account, stalking Vera from there; it'd be fucking easy. I could see how she's doing there, see what she's up to. I exit the phone gallery, tapping on the Instagram icon, already half committed.I had gone through all the steps, and now I had to insert a name. This part was the hardest because all the other names I thought of were taken. I didn't want to put any paedophile, serial killer, fraudulent, sex offender-ish sort of name. *What am I even doing?*We were taking time apart so I could work on my
VERA'S P.O.VA relentless knock rattles my door, each pound more insistent than the last. Whoever was on the other side had been hammering away for what felt like forever, and I could only hope they'd eventually wear themselves out and leave me alone.With a groan, I shoved my hand beneath my pillow in search of my phone and switched it on. As the screen buzzed to life, I briefly considered answering the door, if only so I could glare daggers at whoever had decided to drag me into consciousness this early.I squinted toward the wall clock, it was midday, not early at all.I'd barely slept yesterday, or the night before that, ever since I met with Hunter. I'd meant to sleep in for a little while, but apparently I'd gone and hibernated like an animal.The knocking came again, louder this time, sharp enough to split through my skull.I pushed myself out of bed and stumbled to the door, unlocking it and dragging it open.My parents stood there.Mummy was dressed in one of her dramatic fla







