My grip tightened on my bag strap.
Ryker shifted beside me, the lines of his body going hard. His jaw set. "Walk away." Flat. Final. The kind of tone that didn't offer a second chance.
Tracy laughed softly, tossing her hair. "Touchy."
Carmen leaned in just enough for her perfume to reach me, that same sweet, cloying scent I'd walked into my destroyed room smelling. My jaw tightened.
"Careful," she said. "You're going to scare her off."
Lisa's voice came quieter than the others, almost gentle, which made it cut deeper. "Or maybe she already knows."
The words sat in the air against the lockers.
I didn't look at them. I opened my locker, took what I needed, shut it with a clean click, and walked.
My hands were steady. My pulse wasn't, but they didn't need to know that.
"You're not on
