Sam's P.O.V.
The halls felt different today. There was a weight in the air, a quiet buzz that made my stomach churn. I’d already heard the whispers this morning—soft, sharp, like daggers being thrown behind my back. I tried to ignore them, tried to keep my head down, but it was impossible.
Madison's voice carried clearly down the hall as I walked toward my locker, her words sharp enough to make me freeze in my tracks.
“I swear, I don’t know what I was thinking, wasting my time with him,” she said, her laugh fake and loud. “Jax is a horrible boyfriend. And don't even get me started on... other things.” She lowered her voice, but the girls around her leaned in, eager for the details. “Let’s just say he couldn’t keep up. I’m not that easy, you know.”
A sharp pang hit my chest, though I wa
