By lunchtime, the entire school knew.
Not partially knew.
Not suspected.
Knew.
Because apparently Westwood High treated Noah Carter holding someone’s hand like breaking international news.
Lily realized this approximately six seconds after entering the cafeteria.
The room got quieter.
Not silent.
But noticeably quieter.
Which was somehow worse.
“Oh my God,” Lily whispered. “They’re staring.”
Beside her, Emily patted her shoulder sympathetically.
“Yeah. You’re trending.”
“That is not a real sentence.”
“It is at this school.”
Jason appeared carrying an alarming amount of fries.
“Good news,” he announced cheerfully. “Half the junior class thinks you’re secretly dating now.”
Lily stopped walking.
“Half?”
Ryan arrived beside him calmly.
“The other half thinks Noah punched so
