ZARA; suspended.
The two guys started walking toward us. By now, everyone in the lecture hall had gone quiet, eyes locked on the unfolding scene.
I swallowed hard. Who were these people?
One of them wore a black leather jacket and blue jeans, curly hair falling perfectly into place, a cocky grin on his face, too familiar. Almost like Noah’s mirror image in attitude.
The other guy had slicked-back hair, dressed simpler, but there was something off about him, a weird aura.
They stopped beside the girls. The one in leather dragged his eyes over me from head to toe, his expression unreadable.
“Stop staring at her,” Noah snapped, his tone sharp. “What do you want?”
“Oh wow, you’re actually being protective of this one.” The leather jacket guy, smirked.
“I can’t believe you disappeared
