Marianne left without another word, and I swear it was like she’d read my mind for once. Maybe she finally understood the look on my face, the way my eyes kept dragging past her shoulder down the hallway, searching for someone else. Or maybe she just gave up. Either way, the moment she turned on her heel, something in me snapped free.
I didn’t hesitate.
Didn’t think.
Didn’t care.
I pushed off the locker and walked straight toward Taylor.
He saw me coming. Of course he did. He straightened only slightly, crossing his arms as if he couldn’t be bothered to move, like he had all the time in the world to watch me unravel in front of him. His expression stayed carved out of stone, bored, cold, unimpressed.
I didn’t bother with a greeting.
“Where’s Autumn?”
The words came out harsher than
