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~CHELSEA POV~
{Playlist Suggestion: "Worship" by Ari Abdul}
"Why haven't you been picking up my calls?"
Kade's voice cuts through the hallway noise like broken glass. Quick. Desperate. Too raw for the audience of phones recording every word.
My body betrays me first. Heart leaping at the sight of him, relief flooding my chest like maybe I'm not drowning alone. His practice jersey clings to his sweat-damp skin. His green eyes search mine with an intensity that makes my knees weak.
Then reality crashes back. The whispers. The video. Valerie's venom.
My chest locks tight. I adjust my grip on my bag, chin lifting. "Move, Kade." He steps closer instead, ignoring the students slowing to watch our destruction.
"Chelsea, please. Let me explain."
"Don't." The word cracks as it
