nent of his scholarship application. He buried himself in research, spending long hours in the quietest corners of the university library.

scape it comp

d Mark said, sliding into the ch

up from his textbo

over the place. She's got this whole 'justice for Brittany' thing going on," Mark said, lowering his voice. "A l

ook. "I know. I'm trying to ignore

man. She seems crazy," Mark said b

d necessary soone

ick coffee. The afternoon sun was warm, and the quad was busy with students. He was lost in thou

!" a loud vo

rned and saw Brittany, pointing a finger directly at his face.

elled, her voice projecting across the quad. "T

him. He was standing in the middle of the quad, a public space he had

his voice low and firm, though his heart was ha

d with me! You can't leave me alone!

ple were pulling out their phones, some of them starting to recor

he guy fro

ks creepy in

scared. Maybe he

xpression a mix of feigned terror and triumphant malice. She was feeding off the attention, turning a public space into her personal stage. The online mob