Ella's POV
So, there I was, sitting in class, doing my best to focus on the professor's speech about what to expect for finals. Something about how these exams would determine our futures and how he didn't want to see any of us in his class again next semester. Inspiring stuff, really.
Yeah, I think that's what he said.
Honestly, apart from the few useful nuggets about what would actually be on the test, I wasn't paying much attention. I should have skipped class if I'd known this was going to be more pep talk than lecture. But hey, he did give us a heads-up on the material, so I guess that's something.
Still, keeping my mind on the professor's monotone was a struggle. Not because the material was particularly riveting—no, it was because I could feel someone watching me. Constantly.
