Myla’s POV
High school hallways should be classified as a war zone. Jocks yelling across lockers, gossip girls whispering like they were paid for it, and couples attached at the lips like they’d suffocate if they separated. Amaya and her pawns strutting down the hallway like they owned it.
Funny how I didn’t really use to notice her before she made a move on Kyle.
Anyway…I had no interest in any of it. I just wanted to attend my classes, survive calculus, and get through the day without… him.
But of course, life hated me.
“Myla.”
The sound of his voice made me freeze. Smooth. Confident. Infuriating.
I closed my eyes and muttered, “Nope. Not today.”
I shoved my books into my locker with a sigh. I really wasn’t in the mood for drama today. I had planned to keep my head down and mayb
