Nathan’s POV
The cafeteria feels like a pressure cooker, and I’m seconds away from exploding.
My jaw tightens as I watch Luca lean closer to Abigail, his cocky grin plastered across his face like he’s already won.
Her soft laugh rings out, and it hits me harder than it should.
I don’t wait for him to look my way or for her to notice my glare. The chair scrapes loudly against the floor as I stand, shoving it back with more force than necessary.
The sound barely registers over the cafeteria noise as I storm out, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles ache.
The hallway is quieter, but it doesn’t help. My thoughts race as I move quickly toward the exit, ignoring the startled looks of a few lingering students.
The doors slam shut behind me as I step outside, the cool air hitting me l
