Caden
Monday feels like a punch I never see coming. I half expect her to look at me, or do something, but she doesn't. Not a glance or a word. It’s like I don’t exist—and it’s driving me insane. She walks past me in the hall with that same calm expression, laughing at something Jenna says, her hair pulled up like it’s any other day. Like I wasn’t in her room Friday night, my hands weren’t on her skin, and my mouth didn’t taste the truth on hers.
I walk through the school doors, that restless energy still gnaws at my chest like a goddamn parasite. The hallway’s loud as usual, groups of students cluttered by lockers, voices overlapping and bouncing off the tile floors. Normally, this kind of chaos wouldn’t faze me. It’s all just background noise.
I shove my way past a couple of freshmen w
