Daisy

My gaze is laser-focused on one man as I jog toward the quad. Fifteen minutes ago, if someone had asked me what Jasper Hamilton was to me, I would've told them my absolute everything. Now? I don't even know who he is. The man I spent nights wrapped up in, weekends making breakfast in my little dorm room with, he doesn't seem to be here anymore. Those whiskey brown eyes aren't warm and inviting, instead they're the eyes of a fucking liar.

Once I get to ...