ZEE.
I got to school one morning and saw Blake standing by her locker… talking to someone.
Correction: arguing.
From where I stood, it looked heated. Her arms were folded tight across her chest, jaw clenched like it took effort to stay quiet. And him—
Lawrence.
He leaned against the wall like he had all the time in the world. His expression was unreadable—somewhere between smug and bored—but his eyes were sharp. Focused.
On her.
I paused halfway down the hallway, frozen. Wondering what they were talking about.
They didn’t see me. Or if they did, neither of them acted like it.
I thought I saw Blake shake her head. He said something low. She looked away. Then he reached out like he was about to touch her, and she jerked back. Whatever was happening, it wasn’t casual.
Something col
