8
Alexa’s POV
Rumors were spreading like wildfire.
I felt the weight of them with every step I took through the university halls. Whispered conversations stopped when I walked by. Eyes lingered too long. Some students exchanged knowing smirks; others stared in open jealousy or judgment.
They all knew.
Or at least, they thought they did. And I didn’t know how. It seemed we weren’t as careful as we thought we were.
I hadn’t seen Damon in days. Not in class. Not in the halls. Not anywhere.
He was avoiding me.
At first, I thought I was being paranoid. But when I tried to talk to him after a lecture, he barely looked at me before dismissing me in front of the entire class.
The message was clear. Stay away. Forget everything that ever happened between us. But he should have known by now
