I stood across from Armani in the crowded hallway, my eyes wide and pleading. I knew that look on his face all too well—the one that meant he was up to no good. Armani's smirk grew as he watched me squirm this time, the mischievous glint in his eyes signaling he was about to drop a bombshell I desperately wanted to keep under wraps.
"Well, you know," Armani began, his voice loud enough to catch the attention of several passing students, including Ben, who had just approached. "There's something about Catherine that—"
My heart pounded in my chest. I quickly stepped forward, my hand darting up to cover Armani’s mouth before he could say anything more. My touch was firm, but I tried to keep my demeanor casual, not wanting to draw too much attention.
Ben, who had been standing nearby with a
