Sheila’s POV
The hallway was still buzzing when I stepped out. My head was spinning, but not from the noise from him. Brendan. The way he looked at me before walking off, like he wanted to say something but didn’t. Like he was holding himself back.
I tried to shake it off, pretending to scroll through my phone while my chest felt tight. My fingers kept swiping at the screen, but I wasn’t seeing a single thing. I just kept replaying that look. That heavy, unreadable look that made my skin feel like it was burning.
A few girls passed by, whispering, giggling about something stupid. I heard my name quickly, quiet and I knew they were talking about me again. Probably because of him. Because people always talk when he’s involved.
I walked faster. The walls felt too close, the air too heavy.
