The morning sun cast a soft glow through the classroom windows, but Jenna felt none of its warmth. She sat stiffly beside Maren, eyes glued to the front of the class, ignoring Cassia’s snide smirks and Lorain’s whispering behind her. Her spine straightened with icy resolve. She wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of knowing they got to her.
But it wasn’t just Cassia and Lorain that unsettled her.
It was Drake.
Every time she dared a glance in his direction, he was already looking at her—his eyes filled with a pain so raw it twisted something deep inside her. And yet, when she tried to approach him after the first class, he turned his back and walked away.
It was as if seeing her hurt him more than ignoring her did.
By the end of the school day, Jenna was exhausted, both emotion
