ZOE
Blake’s been silent all day.
After the blow-up with Preston, I thought things would go back to some kind of normal. At least, the normal I’ve gotten used to with him. But now, I can’t ignore the fact that he hasn’t said a word—not one damn word to me. He’s there in every class we share, a shadow that won’t even glance my way.
When I finally catch him walking out of our last class, I do something I never thought I’d do. I follow him. I don’t say anything, don’t try to start a conversation, but when he heads to his room, I go with him, my heart pounding. He doesn’t argue. He just pushes the door open, lets me in, and sinks onto the floor without a word.
Somehow, we end up cracking open beers. I think he wants the silence to eat me alive, and maybe it’s working. He’s sitting cross-leg
