The events of the morning clung to me like a second skin, leaving me restless and uneasy. As I sat in class, I couldn’t stop replaying that moment—kissing Stefan. Was it necessary? Did it mean something, or had I just acted out of anger toward Jake?
Speaking of Jake—why did he cheat on me? I hadn’t seen or heard from him in a week, and his first grand gesture was to kiss Wendy in front of everyone and smear my name with lies. Lesbian? Cheating with Molly? It was absurd, and yet it spread like wildfire.
Catherine slid into the seat beside me, her presence slicing through my thoughts. The whispers around us grew louder, curious eyes darting toward the girl who rarely spoke to anyone, let alone me. She looked straight ahead, her face sharp and unreadable.
“What do you want?” I muttered, kn
