After the small disruption in Wrenna's lecture — which, by some bizarre miracle, we got away from with only a warning — class continued until it was finally over.
Honestly, I wouldn't even have noticed if Alexander hadn't quietly nudged my elbow while I was still wallowing in mixed emotions and tangled thoughts.
"Vic, class is over," he said cautiously.
Before I could react, the soft sound of approaching footsteps reached us. A few familiar faces gathered around our seats.
"What was that all about back there?" came a familiar voice — Deandra, our red-haired, sweet, and ever-dutiful class rep.
She placed one hand on her hip, exchanging a curious glance between Alex and me. Then Chelsea, crossing from behind her to the front row, sat down across from us.
First, she looked at me. Then paused.
