Chapter 4 Public Demeanor, Private Punishment

• ​A month had passed, and campus life kept moving. Outside the lecture hall, I stood surrounded by my football buddies and a cluster of giggling girls. One girl pressed her shoulder against mine, clinging to my arm. I laughed at a joke, leaning into the touch.
• ​Then I caught Peter looking.
• ​He stood near the double doors, his face like stone. The man was notorious across campus for giving out C grades like charity. An A from him was practically a myth. He did not care about anyone, yet there he was, staring right at the girl’s hand on my bicep.