Jasmine
He didn’t show.
The first day Miss Jessie walked into class instead of Professor Jackson, I hadn’t thought much of it. Professors sometimes missed lectures. Meetings happened. Emergencies happened.
By the second day, though, I found myself glancing at the door every few minutes.
By the third, I couldn’t ignore it anymore.
And by the fourth, I was running on barely three hours of sleep.
The moment the classroom door opened, and Miss Jessie walked in again, a bitter laugh almost escaped me. Was he serious?
Four days.
Four whole days.
Was he really willing to skip class for that long to avoid me?
The thought sat heavily in my chest as I stared at the front of the room. Around me, students chatted, shuffled papers, and complained about assignments, but their voices seemed dis
