Catherine's POV
The weight of the day was already pressing down on me before I even reached the Art Department. I kept my head down, clutching my portfolio to my chest, as different eyes followed me.
I was still walking when a group of five girls suddenly swerved into my path, cornering me.
"Hi Catherine! Sorry to bother you," one of them exclaimed with so much excitement in her voice, her hands clasped together as if she were about to deliver a prayer.
"We have to know," another chirped, leaning in so close I could smell her peppermint gum. "How did the kiss feel? Was it as incredible as it looked?"
My heart stopped. My mind immediately went to the dark, moments in the classroom with Julian, a few minutes ago. The taste of blood on my lip, and the way he had begged me not to leave him. I felt a cold sweat break out across my neck. My voice came out in a jagged, stammering mess.
"How... how do you know about that?" I asked, my eyes darting around for an exit. "Who told you?"
