ALEXANDRIA
“Believe what you want to believe?” I muttered, my cheeks stuffed with rice and vegetables as I pondered Wyatt’s words. It was already dinnertime, and his words still haunted me.
I even struggled to focus during my classes, weighed down by a heavy feeling in my heart.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” I whispered to myself. “Just forget about that asshole.” I continued reassuring myself quietly but stopped when I sensed someone watching me.
Zeus and Wesley looked at me with quiet curiosity, so I cleared my throat and returned my attention to my dinner. We were gathered in the cafeteria, sitting at a table near the garbage bins. Just our luck.
“Are you okay?” Wesley asked.
“Yes,” I quickly replied.
“You—you’re really courageous now,” Zeus said, pointing his fork at me. “I
