What’s being said about me? What’s going around campus with my name attached to it?
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I pace my room for what has to be the hundredth time tonight. I’ve never been a nail‑biter, but now I’m chewing them raw. Why won’t anyone just tell me what’s going on?
I spent most of today trying to figure it out. I asked everyone I could without completely losing my mind: guys from my classes, obvious nerds, wannabe artists, the intimidating-looking ones, the judgmental ones. I even talked to a group of French guys, which should count for something. And every single one of them said the same thing.
Nothing. They haven’t heard anything or at least, that’s what they claimed.
And the worst part? I can see the lies from their faces. They’re messing with me on purpose and it’s driving m
