Chapter 10 Audrey

The clock read 8:25 as I finally slid into my seat, coffee cup in hand. Tina slid in beside me and dropped her bag on the floor between us with a dull

thud

"Goddess, I hate morning classes," the groaned pathetically, rubbing the dark circles under her eyes. "Don't these professors know that it would be better to hold all the classes later in the day?"

I snorted. "Maybe you wouldn't have any problems waking up if you would stop scrolling on your phone until three in the morning"

"Hey! That is my S.T.T.," she retorted. "I need it or else I'll go crazy."

"STIF

"Special Tina Time!"

Shaking my head with a laugh, I returned my attention to my notebook-it was day three of classes,

s, and time couldn't possibly be moving any slower. But, things seemed to have at least been resolved between me and Edwin, so that was a relief.

Or so I thought.

"Audrey Psst. Audrey."

I lifted

my

curious expression on her face, Several of her friends were crowded around her, and they were all looking at

leaning in a little closer, nodding her head toward the

whispered. "He always seems to stare at

tensed despite myself and I nearly

sputtered, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, "Oh, that? I don't know. He just said that it was against the

think so. Maybe it was just because I'm his

I know-

later, a chorus of soft giggles and mutters reached my ears. I looked over at Tina with

I groaned,

two could have a secret romance. It'd be so sexy, just like in all those books I

night was a mistake. Now that I know him." I shook my head as my gaze fell on Edwin below. "...I would never date him "You're going to be practicing

at their assigned mannequins while Edwin and I walked around to instruct them. The room was blissfully quiet and peaceful, save for the occasional remark or conversation I preferred this lower level

was late in the afternoon on a Friday. After this class it would officially be

the classroom, clutching my clipboard to my chest,

top," I would say. Or: "Remember that the fabric needs weight. If it's not

a young Heta with a shock

with a strip of

finally groaned when the fabric slipped to the floor in a heap again, clearly frustrating him. "Professor,

Edwin was currently busy with another student. He met my gaze and shot me an affirmative nod, and I walked over to the

"What's wrong?" I asked.

shrugged as he continued to try

fabric for

said, reaching for the mannequin. "If you just move the fabric a little further

the Professor's help, not yours!" the

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