CLARISSA’S POV
As soon as I step inside the school, I feel it—the weight of everyone's stares. Eyes trail after me, whispers ripple through the hall, and a few guys even let out low whistles. I square my shoulders and keep walking, pretending not to notice, but the confidence I started the morning with flickers slightly. I tell myself it's just because I look different today. Nothing more.
Jemma and Zaya flank me with wide grins on their faces,
"Damn, Clarissa," Jemma whistles. "You’re a walking heart attack today. Landon would lose his mind if he saw you like this."
Zaya giggles. "Yeah, he’d probably throw his jacket over you and drag you away caveman-style."
I laugh, but their words sting more than they should. Landon didn’t pick me up. He didn’t text back. He hasn’t even seen me to
