Stacey’s POV:
Noah settled back against the couch, stretching out one leg as he cradled his tea. “School was… rough today, I guess, with my practice and classes,” he began, running a hand through his hair. “After the custody drama, everyone was whispering. I could practically hear them.”
People knew!???
“ Wait, hold up, people knew about what happened?” Surprise and fear all over my face.
“Yeah, but don’t worry, I made sure the people who knew kept their mouths shut.” He slightly clenched his fist.
Did he beat them up? Hot?…… No, you’re a teacher; you shouldn’t be enjoying it. Just change the topic.
“Anyway… What else happened?”
“Uhmmm, oh! Mr. Gonzalez… He actually asked if I wanted to help lead the study group for our poetry class.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You? Leading a study g
