Mrs Reed keeps trying to contact you.

Your phone is blown up by dozens of texts and missed phone calls, so you end up turning it off for the rest of the day and relax in peace and quiet. The next day, you head to college, leaving your phone at home until the heat dies off. It's a relatively uneventful day, and by the time you've finished classes, it's just after three o'clock. You head to the parking lot to drive home, thinking about what to do with the rest of your afternoon.

"Alex!" you hear a voice call out to you from a few cars away. It's Mrs Reed, standing next to a lustrous pearlescent white Porsche SUV, trying to not draw too much attention to the fact she's meeting you in the college parking lot. She's looking absolutely stunning, in a sleeveless white bodycon dress and a pair of white heels with vibrant red soles. Her long blonde hair is loose, and she's not wearing any glasses today, showing off her sparkling blue eyes, contrasting with the bright red lipstick applied perfectly to her lips.

"Why aren't you answering your phone?!"

"How did you know where I was parked?" you ask, knowing she must have followed you all the way from your house. "In fact, how do you even know what my car looks like?"

Her face begins to turn bright red, embarrassed at being caught out. She must have been waiting here for hours while you were in class.