My male classmate spread some nasty rumors about me, and I just owned it.

I was the target of a vicious rumor started by a male classmate.

He claimed he'd seen me, disheveled, emerging from Professor Thorne's dorm.

I asked Professor Thorne to help clear my name, but he just shrugged it off.

"People will talk, Hazel. Let them say what they want."

"If you make such a big deal out of it, they'll really think there's something going on."

The next time the guy spread rumors, I didn't deny it. I just owned it.

"Yeah, you're damn right! He totally slept with me!"

"Hello, police? I've been drugged and assaulted by my professor, and I have witnesses right here!"

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