I had been rushing across campus, my mind still tangled with lingering thoughts of Aiden, when it happened.
I collided with someone. Hard.
“Oh—!”
Coffee spilled, scalding hot, right across my chest. I gasped, jumping back, eyes widening as the liquid soaked through my dress.
“You clumsy—what the hell?!” The Queenbee—Deinty—shouted, her perfectly polished voice slicing through the busy quad. Her eyes were wide, furious, and she pointed at me like I had committed some unforgivable crime.
“I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean—” I started, but she cut me off, continuing her tirade as if the world revolved around her spilled latte.
And then… Aiden arrived.
I expected him to intervene, to see reason, to at least acknowledge that it had been an accident. But instead… he stood beside Deinty, calm,
