Clark POV:
I leaned back, a grin creeping onto my face. Months of planning, sleepless nights, nervous pacing, and second guesses—worth it. Every second of it. I slammed the laptop shut and zipped it back into my bag.
Time to head to registration and meet up with Sara.
But as I stood up, brushing imaginary dust off my jeans, my mind flickered back to that weird guy again—the senior who'd just… appeared out of nowhere.
His voice had rattled something in me, and his eyes—that yellowish ring around his pupil—it wasn't right.
It lingered in my mind.
Almost glowing.
But I shook it off. Had to. People said university pressure was brutal. The stories online about students collapsing under stress, popping Adderall or worse just to survive exams? Everywhere.
That guy?
Probably high.
Probably a fourth-year junkie spiraling on the edge of graduation failure.
