Marshall looked at the girl before the doers opened and other people started to pour inside.
His fists clenched.
He’ll deal with her later.
The velvet red head coward feeling his glare without even a glance. She gathered up her stuff as the doors opened and subtly hurried out of the room to her first class.
Her college English, class. After that she had art with Marshall and she wasn’t looking forward to that.
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