Rowan’s POV
The rest of the school day crawled like it was dragging its damn feet just to spite me.
I didn’t go to my last class. Couldn’t sit there pretending to care about algebra while my head was still full of static. Every time I blinked, I saw her...Ayla. Not the usual version I’d built up in my head. Not the one I shoved against lockers or walked past like she didn’t exist.
No.
I saw the girl with pizza on her shirt, standing in the middle of the cafeteria like she’d just been shot.
And it pissed me off.
Not at her.
At myself.
I sat on the edge of the bleachers behind the gym, hood pulled low, letting the cold breeze gnaw at my skin while I chewed at the inside of my cheek like it could distract me. My hand still ached from hitting Tyler, but that wasn’t what bothered me.
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