CHAPTER 4 Hunted

　　~ CARA ~

　　The next morning, eyes aching because I’d only gotten five hours sleep, I followed the rest of my study group out of the Modern Lit lecture hall, sighing with exhaustion. The assignment we’d been given wasn’t due until midterms. I was going to be spending a lot more time with this group than I thought.

　　“So, we need to find a time we can all meet and make sure everyone’s keeping up with their assigned pieces of the project,” Diana said. I’d been nervous about coming to class today, but Diana had clearly decided that the way to deal with everything that had happened was to pretend it hadn’t. She’d studiously ignored me—posing any question or suggestion that should have gone to me, to the group at large, so someone else would answer it.

　　Whatever. I had no interest in spending months working with her. But I had no choice. The professor had assigned our groups.