Saved, Then Rejected by my Ice Hockey Mate
The weight of what just happened settling heavily in my chest.
Johanis sits back in his chair beside me, posture relaxed, gaze forward. As if holding my hand in front of half the university is the most natural thing in the world.
I stare at my notebook, heart pounding.
If this is how the first day starts…
I have a feeling the rest of the year is going to be absolute chaos.
Chaos, it turns out, doesn’t wait politely.
The professor doesn’t waste time with introductions. She sets her leather satchel down on the front desk with a heavy ‘thud’, the sound sharp enough to snap the lingering whispers into silence. The room stills instantly, like prey sensing a predator.