“Hayden, a moment please,” Professor Brent said. That twisting sensation was back in my stomach. “Yes, Professor?” He watched as students filed out behind me. “I thought you were taking your studies seriously?” I frowned. “I am.” “Then, why were you sitting in practically the back row? I’d think a serious student would be sitting in the front row.” My mouth went dry. Everything in me was screaming that I needed distance from this man. “I see better from the middle of the classroom. It’s more comfortable on my neck.”
