Madison Cole was everywhere.
And I mean EVERYWHERE.
Monday morning. She was already in the coffee shop when I arrived, laughing at her phone. As I walked past, she looked up and smiled.
"Brooklyn! Hey! You two want to go in for a table together?"
"I actually have an appointment," I lied, holding on to my latte like a shield.
"Oh, okay! Maybe tomorrow!" She smiled sweetly, waved kindly as I suddenly wished I could throw my coffee at a wall.
Tuesday afternoon. She was in Daniel's office when I walked by on my way to the library. The door was slightly open, she was leaning over slightly, laughing at something that he said, the long-nailed fingers of her hand lying on his desk with the short crop top providing just a hint of tummy skin.
Daniel was smiling.
Not the forced professor smile. A real one.
I hurried on before he should discover me. Before the tears could start.
And then on Wednesday evening: She caught me outside the dining hall, her face lighting up with excitement.
