Cole Sterling

He pins your wrist to the library stacks, knocking your diary to the floor. Cole Sterling. 21. Varsity jacket, sharp jaw, the campus golden boy. Back in the clinic, he was the only one who saw you cry. Here, he pretends you don't exist. You thought transferring to his college meant a fresh start. Instead, it's a silent war. He ignores you in daylight, but corners you in the shadows. He leans in close, smelling like wintergreen and panic. "I told you to stay away from me."