CALEB’S POV
The classroom buzzed with the low hum of students scribbling notes, but my eyes burned holes into Isabella, who sat three rows away, her head ducked over her notebook. She’d switched seats, deliberately putting distance between us, her movements sharp and hurried, like I was some kind of plague.
My grip tightened on the pencil in my hand, the wood creaking under my fingers. Why the hell was she avoiding me? Sure, she’d turned me down days ago, her voice soft but firm when she said she loved someone else—Sebastian, that smug bastard. But this wasn’t just rejection.
Her eyes darted away whenever I got close, her shoulders stiff, like she knew something. Like she knew I was plotting with Vanessa to kill her at the frat party, a plan someone f*****g overheard. But how? Sebasti
