By the time I walked into Literature, I already knew today wasn't going to be peaceful.
The room buzzed with conversations, but they died down one after another as I stepped inside. Heads turned. Whispers followed.
I ignored all of it. My gaze instinctively drifted toward Poppy.
There she was. Still wearing my style. The pleated skirt. The fitted jacket. The high ponytail. Even the ribbon. The only thing missing now were the oversized glasses she'd abandoned the moment she became "Axel Hart's girlfriend."
How ironic. The girl who had spent years claiming she hated attention was suddenly dressing like the girl she'd spent years standing beside.
I almost laughed. Instead, I calmly walked to my desk and placed my books down.
For the first time in days... I didn't feel completely alone.
