Liora
My jacket slapped onto the back of my chair, the rain still humming against the roof above. But all I could think about were Callum’s eyes from the third-story window.
The way he looked at me, like he knew I’d been looking for him for days. Like he didn’t come to see me, but to tell his friend to back off.
I dropped into my seat with a huff. Around me, my classmates chattered, the usual buzz of whispers and thinly veiled glances. I braced myself. The desk was suspiciously clean, no slurs scratched into the wood today. That alone felt like a threat.
By now, I’d learned how to stomach it. When you know the thing they’re bullying isn’t really you, just some twisted lie I invented, it gets easier to ignore.
But something about Jessica’s expression today was different.
She wasn’t sn
