When Friday evening came, Micah was practically bouncing on his feet. He stuffed his tablet, sketches and notebooks into his backpack, zipped it shut and jogged toward the front gates of campus like he was being chased by demons. In a way, he was. The kind that wore smug grins, whispered rumours behind his back and stared way too hard during lunchtime. He couldn't wait to leave the campus and escape the misery of the past few days. At least the worst of it had cooled down by now. Darcy's quiet presence and a few pointed glares from their group had helped keep the girls at bay. It was still awkward, and girls still looked at him with strange eyes.
Hopefully, by Monday, that stupid campus forum post would be forgotten. Or buried under some other drama.
Micah glanced around and found Driver Dan had parked a few feet away.
He yanked the car door open and slumped into the backseat with a loud sigh, tossing his backpack beside himself.
