She Tried to Hit the Girl in Front of the Entire University… But When She Turned and Ran, It Became Clear She Wasn’t
Running From Her 😨💔
That morning, Maya came to the university with only one goal—to attend her classes and get through the day as unnoticed as possible.
The past three weeks had already been strange enough.
She did not want to become the center of anyone’s attention again.
Maya had recently cut her hair short in a dark wolf cut. She stood near the hallway wall, loosely holding her phone in one hand while waiting for her next class to begin.
Around her was the usual university noise.
Students walked past.
Someone laughed loudly.
Someone else was talking on the phone.
Locker doors slammed somewhere farther down the hallway.
Everything seemed normal.
Until Maya noticed Lauren.
Lauren was walking straight toward her from the other end of the hallway.
Fast. Far too fast. Maya barely knew her.
They had shared a few classes and occasionally seen each other in the university cafeteria, but they had never been friends.
That was why the expression on Lauren’s face immediately made Maya uneasy.
Lauren was not looking around.
Her eyes were fixed only on Maya.
When she reached her, she stopped so close that Maya instinctively straightened.
“Did you really think you could just come back here?” Lauren asked.
Maya stared at her silently for a few seconds.
“What do you want?”
Lauren gave her a strange smile.
But the smile looked more nervous than confident.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know.”
Maya truly did not know.
And that was the strangest part.
She had been away from the university for the past three weeks.
She had temporarily left the city because of family problems and had told almost no one the details.
But ever since returning, she had noticed that people were looking at her differently.
Some stopped talking when she walked near them.
One girl had even stopped Maya in the hallway and asked:
“Are you okay?”
When Maya asked what she meant, the girl simply said:
“Nothing.”
And now Lauren was standing in front of her as if there had been a conflict between them for a long time.
“If you have something to say, say it,” Maya told her.
Lauren’s expression hardened.
“You shouldn’t have come back here.”
For the first time, Maya became genuinely uneasy.
“Why?”
Lauren glanced over Maya’s shoulder.
Just for one second.
Then she focused on Maya again.
“Because some people don’t want you asking questions.”
Maya was about to ask what people she was talking about when Lauren suddenly raised her hand.
The movement was extremely fast.
Maya instinctively leaned back.
Lauren’s hand swept past the side of her face without touching her.
Several students nearby immediately shouted in surprise.
Someone turned around.
Another person stopped walking.
Maya froze.
Her first feeling was not even anger. The continuation read in the comments ‼️👇‼️👇
It was confusion.
If Lauren had truly wanted to hit her, why had the movement looked so strange?
It was almost as if Lauren herself had changed the direction of her hand at the last second.
Maya looked directly into her eyes.
And that was when she noticed something.
Lauren was not angry.
She was scared.
But not of Maya.
Her eyes moved past Maya’s shoulder again.
Maya wanted to turn around, but Lauren gave the smallest shake of her head.
As if she were warning her:
Don’t turn around.
The next second, Lauren suddenly spun around and started running down the hallway.
People around them reacted instantly.
Someone laughed.
One student even raised a phone to record what was happening.
To everyone watching, it probably looked simple.
Lauren had tried to hit Maya.
She had missed.
And now she was running away.
For the first moment, Maya thought the same thing.
Then her anger finally rose.
“Hey!”
Maya ran after her.
Lauren moved quickly, pushing her way between students.
Maya gradually closed the distance.
When only one step remained between them, Maya reached forward and grabbed the back of Lauren’s jacket.
“Stop!”
Lauren’s body jerked.
She turned toward Maya.
Maya was already preparing to demand an explanation, but Lauren spoke first.
Very quietly.
So quietly that only Maya could hear.
“Don’t look behind you.”
Maya froze.
“What?”
“Keep pretending you’re angry with me.”
“Lauren, what is going on?”
Lauren grabbed Maya’s hand.
Her fingers were trembling.
“The man who was standing behind you… he’s been asking about you for three weeks.”
Maya’s heart suddenly pounded harder.
“Who?”
“I don’t know his name. But he knew exactly when you were coming back.”
A cold feeling ran down Maya’s back.
She had not told anyone the exact day of her return.
She had only informed the university the night before.
“Then why did you attack me?” Maya whispered.
Lauren swallowed.
“So you would follow me.”
Maya stared at her in disbelief.
“You could have just told me to come with you.”
“I couldn’t.”
For the first time, Lauren looked directly into Maya’s eyes.
“He was watching me too.”
For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.
Then Lauren reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper.
“I found this in my locker yesterday.”
Maya took the paper and opened it.
There was only one sentence written on it:
“When she comes back, make sure she remembers nothing.”
Maya slowly raised her eyes.
“What am I supposed to remember?”
Instead of answering, Lauren asked:
“Why did you really leave the university three weeks ago?”
Maya was already preparing to give the same answer she had given everyone else.
Family problems.
But suddenly, an image appeared in her mind.
Night.
An almost empty university parking lot.
Two men shouting at each other.
One of them yelling.
Maya standing between the parked cars with her phone in her hand.
She had not left only because of family problems.
She had simply spent the last three weeks trying not to think about that night.
Lauren noticed the change in her expression.
“Did you remember something?”
Instead of answering, Maya slowly looked toward the other end of the hallway.
The man Lauren had described was no longer there.
But something was lying on the floor near the wall.
A small black phone.
Maya recognized it immediately.
She had seen that exact phone three weeks earlier in the parking lot.
On the night when a man had walked up to her and calmly said:
“You didn’t see anything.”
Maya stared down the empty hallway.
And at that moment, she finally understood.
Lauren had not come there to hurt her.
She was not following her.
She had never truly intended to hit her.
She had simply been trying to get Maya away from the place where she was standing.
Before the man who had been waiting three weeks for her return could reach her first.
