Chapter 77 Seventy-six

• Campus is abuzz with the voices of fellow students trooping out of the lecture hall, faint laughter rings out as friends chat behind me. I meander through the dim-lit corridor like a woman on a mission with only one goal. Get away from Josh. On stepping out of the large building home to many of my classes, I close my eyes and let out a deep breath.
• A voice calls out my name, my eyes jerk open, I resume walking with no clear location in mind. My hands tighten around the handle of my handbag which swings in tune with my walking step, I quicken my pace as the voice grows louder. Times like these make me wish we are in different departments, it will be easier to ignore him without him trying to catch my attention every two seconds. That boy doesn’t understand the word: space.
• Someone throws a hand over my shoulders, my elbow rams into their side before it occurs to me to find out whoever it is. The arm slides off my shoulders, I spin to face the person and gasp, placing a hand over my mouth as my eyes run over her stooped frame.