News around Korina's school traveled fast; annoyingly fast. It hadn't even been a few minutes since the incident in the cafe, but somehow everybody already knew about it. There were photos, videos, supposed eyewitness accounts (apparently she had punched Jared in the face and broken his nose). The prying eyes she thought she had escaped now followed her through the hallways, ferrying her all the way to her next class. This much attention would have fazed most girls, but after years of being the girlfriend of a basketball star and one of the hottest prospects in the state, it was nothing more than an annoyance at this point.<br/><br/>Just like every other time that Jared and Korina 'broke up', the popular girls had already started conspiring about how they would get with him. She really didn't understand why they bothered, though. As much as he was a prick, Jared was a loyal prick; he always came back. And Koria couldn't afford to say no. As long as they stayed together, all the other fuckboys kept their distance. It was a rather small price to pay for some peace. She eventually found her way to her English Literature class, finding the classroom only about a quarter. Instead of sitting at her usual spot near the front, she plopped herself somewhere near the back row. She knew that someone was probably going to come and question her about why she was sitting in their chair, but she really couldn't care less. The further away she was from Bradley the better.