The hallway was still spinning in my head when Taylor pulled me into an empty classroom. The door clicked shut behind us, and the sudden quiet felt almost too loud. The muffled chatter from the hallway faded, replaced by the faint hum of the ceiling fan and the uneven rhythm of my breathing.
He didn’t say a word.
Taylor leaned against a desk, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his shoulders still tense like he was bracing for something. His chest rose and fell faster than usual, anger still clinging to the edges of his expression even though the storm had passed. I stood a few feet away, clutching the strap of my bag, unsure of what to say or do.
For a long minute, we just stayed like that, silence stretching thin between us, his gaze flickering briefly to me and then away.
Finall
