I put my phone into my pocket, my fingers clenching around it as I gazed at Tyler.
His eyes were still on me, that familiar, hard stare, examining every breath I took. I forced myself to stand my ground, even as my heart hammered in my chest.
“Maybe it’s none of your business,” I responded, faking indifference. I wasn’t about to tell him anything, not with that implicit accusation hanging between us.
But Tyler only kept his stare on me, apparently not happy with my answer. The intensity of his look made my skin prickle, but I didn’t budge.
Instead, I rearranged the stuff in my arms, ready to depart, and brushed past him. I could feel his eyes on my back as I started down the corridor, but I didn’t look back. I was done with this conversation.
In my old room, I finally felt like I cou
