Sheila’s POV
The hallway feels colder the moment I step out. My heart is still beating from the way Brendan looked at me back there like he could see every thought I didn’t say out loud. Everyone else spills out of the class, their laughter echoing through the hall, but all I hear is the sound of his shoes hitting the floor. Slow. Certain.
He walks ahead without turning back, and still, I follow. I don’t even know why maybe because I always do. He doesn’t ask me to. He doesn’t need to. There’s something about the way he moves that pulls me after him, like gravity.
We reach the back exit. The air outside is cool, sharp against my skin. He stops by the door and finally looks over his shoulder, his eyes dark but calm.
“You shouldn’t follow me,” he says. His voice is low, a little rough, l
