Cass leaned against the wall. “I just… I saw him fall. And I don’t even know why that bothered me so much.”
Lena smiled knowingly. “Cass, please. You like that boy.”
“No. I don’t.”
“Mhm.”
“I don’t!”
Her friend arched a brow. “You care too deeply for someone you claim not to like. If you hated him, you would’ve laughed.”
Cass groaned. “I don’t hate him.”
“Exactly.”
Cass covered her face with her hands while Lena giggled softly. It felt good, hearing someone laugh with her and not at her.
But her smile died when she saw him.
Jace.
Walking down the hallway.
Quiet.
Detached.
A dark bruise blooming along his cheekbone.
A stiffness in the way he moved.
His backpack slung over one shoulder like he wished he could disappear.
He wasn’t looking at anyone.
Not even her.
Cass felt h
