Elena POV
I checked the time and realized that I had skipped three classes already. The school day was nearly over. Sighing, I put the books back on the shelves and walked out of the library, trying to shake off the lingering sense of dread.
As I stepped outside, I spotted Celia and Ethan approaching me. My heart sank. I wasn’t ready for this conversation, but there was no avoiding it now.
“Elena, are you okay?” Ethan asked, his brow furrowed with worry.
“We heard about what the other students did to your desk and chair,” Celia added, her voice soft and tentative.
“And about Kyle...”
I felt a surge of anger and embarrassment. “Yeah, it wasn’t a great day,” I admitted, trying to keep my voice steady.
Celia looked particularly uneasy, shifting from foot to foot. The last time we had
