AYLA’S POV
I hadn’t seen Rowan since he escorted me to class.
Not during lunch. Not after school.
And that was weird.
Because Rowan was always there. Like clockwork. Leaning against his car like he didn’t have a care in the world. Hoodie on, sleeves pushed up just enough to show the veins on his forearms. Arms crossed. That usual cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, like he knew something I didn’t. Sometimes he wouldn’t say a word, just pop the door open and wait.
Like we had a thing.
Maybe we didn’t.
But it sure felt like it.
And now? Nothing. Not even a glimpse.
I looked. Seriously, I looked. I even slowed down on my way out of class, took the longer route past the student parking lot, paused by the entrance like I was waiting for someone else...like I was pretending
