Lola's POV

"Let go of me," I demanded, trying to pull my hand free.

Morgan didn't let go. He kept walking, dragging me along. I could feel everyone's eyes on us. Students were staring. Whispering. Pointing.

My face burned with humiliation.

Morgan led me away from the outdoor class, across the lawn, toward the main building. He pushed open the door to the changing room and pulled me inside.

"I still have classes," I protested. "I can't just leave."

Morgan closed the door behind us. "You weren't ...