Luca’s POV
I lean against the wall outside the library. My hands buried deep inside my jacket pockets as students pass by in a blur of chatter and motion.
Their voices blend together, but I don’t pay attention to any of it. My eyes stay fixed at the end of the hallway, waiting.
It’s been this way all morning—this restless, nagging feeling in my chest that won’t go.
Walking away from Abigail at the dance last night was the worst decision I’ve made in a long time.
I was angry, sure, but it wasn’t with her.
It was Nathan.
Always Nathan.
The way he walked up to her like he owned her, the way she let him take her hand, the way she looked at him during that dance…
I shake my head, trying to push the memory aside. It doesn’t matter now. What matters is making things right.
I check
