I'm entering my first class, luckily, I'm not late. My phone rings with a message, so I grab it to put it on silent mode. That's when I realize I have unread messages from Mason, and I become curious to read them. I check the time and there are a few minutes left before the professor arrives. I open WhatsApp and see that I have many messages.

"Hey, let me explain who she is."

"It's not what you think, please let me talk to you."

"Can I come see you?"

"She's just a childhood friend who's always called me that. Don't think things that aren't true."

Stickers, more messages where he asks me to listen to him, to accept his call, that I never knew what he was doing to me. The last message is from today.

"Good morning, I hope you have a fantastic first day of classes, at least this semester. Kisses."

I shake my head and put the phone away just as I see the class instructor enter the room. I focus on my studies as I have always done and forget about everything else.

After the fourth class, I