#Chapter 41: Spite

Audrey I paced back and forth across my dorm room, the floorboards creaking beneath the carpet with each step. My hands repeatedly came up to clutch my hair, and my brow was knit so tightly together I thought it might get stuck like that for eternity. “I just don’t understand how he thinks he actually has the authority to tell me who I can and cannot date,” I growled under my breath. “I mean, the gall!” Tina, who was perched on my bed with a bag of chips in her hand, watched me curiously. Popping another chip into her mouth, she replied, “That’s fucked up, Audrey. He’s not allowed to do that.” I let out a wry laugh. “Yeah, I know. But he’s such a stubborn ass that he refuses to see how ridiculous it is.” My friend was silent for a moment. When I turned to look at her, she was watching me intently. “Maybe you should tell the vice dean,” she said after a few beats. “Tell her that Professor Brooks is trying to dictate your personal life outside of class