My professor, my stalker
For a moment, I just sit there, staring at the house, listening to the distant thump of music vibrating through the night air.
Then I step out.
A few people glance at my car immediately. It’s impossible not to. Surrounded by sleek, expensive vehicles, mine looks like it barely made it here—which, again, isn’t far from the truth. Their expressions carry that subtle judgment, that quiet dismissal.
Until they see me. Until they realise it's me.
Recognition shifts everything. Their faces change, softening, curiosity replacing whatever they thought before.
“Raven,” one of Nick’s friends calls out, grinning as he leans against a polished black car. “Took it out on your car, did you?”
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