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JADE

My attention since I got here has been very sharp. I could feel when someone was looking at me, I paid more attention to people and I could never be caught in an unexpected situation or while making a face. So I was especially very aware of the picture taking pictures of me.

There was no way I would have missed when he entered the hall. The fact that he didn’t even bother tying to hide the fact that he was staring at me made it worse.

Damn it. The last thing I wanted was more people on my neck about who I was with. It sucked that I couldn’t well scream to the world that I hated all men. That would start a scandal I didn’t want to deal with. I had to force myself to hold that urge down.

A lot of people were looking for the littlest things that would make them dig into my life. I’ve seen their comments on social media and it was surprising how entitled people felt to know about my life.

Apparently, privacy is a foreign concept to them. They want to know what I’m doing. Who I’m with