Down Bad

HAZEL

I can smell academic suffering in the air. Which honestly feels appropriate considering the fact that midterms start next week. Yay.

Every flat surface in the lecture hall is buried beneath laptops, half-dead highlighters, energy drinks, and crumpled papers.

Meanwhile, my nervous system is hanging by a thread.

Especially because of my stalker situation and that eerie text.

Goliath.

Even