My eyes were stuck on Sage's wide back. I have no idea, and probably always will, what was the teacher talking about right in front.
Since that talk I had with Liam the other day, what he said has been going around in my head for a while. Honestly, it's not my fault that the brat spouted his crazy ideas and left me speechless.
But Sage seemed certain about what he was talking about. He was so sure I was Lilian John. Did I say something when I was inebriated with alcohol?
Now that I think about it, Sage has started to treat me differently the morning after the afterparty. I should have connected the dots earlier so I wouldn’t be stressing things out this late.
Sage hates me to the point that every time I try to approach him, he ignores me as if I wasn’t there in the room. I can’t blam
