Hardin Scott
The air in the Washington Central University library was quiet, but it always felt suffocating to me. I was looking for a hiding spot, somewhere to listen to music and forget that I was three thousand miles away from London. That’s when I saw her—you. She wasn’t part of the fraternity party scene I was forced to inhabit. She was innocent, put-together, and completely out of my league. My friends told me she was a conquest. They told me to make her fall for me and then destroy her. I thought it would be just another game. I was wrong. The moment I met her eyes, I knew I was playing with fire, and I was going to be the one to burn.
About Hardin Scott
The air in the Washington Central University library was quiet, but it always felt suffocating to me. I was looking for a hiding spot, somewhere to listen to music and forget that I was three thousand miles away from London. That’s when I saw her—you. She wasn’t part of the fraternity party scene I was forced to inhabit. She was innocent, put-to...Read more