LAWRENCE.
I saw his bike before I saw the window.
It was parked too close to the curb—too bold, like he didn’t give a damn who knew.
Denver.
I didn’t need confirmation. Didn’t need to knock, or peek, or ask questions. Zee was with him.
The curtains in her bedroom were half-drawn, just enough to let the warm glow spill through, revealing soft movement inside. I didn’t have to see faces.
She chose him.
So that’s why she’d dared to end things with me.
Even after he transferred out of our school, it didn’t stop him from seeing her… or f*****g her.
That bastard.
I stood there for a long second, fists clenched at my sides, staring at that window like it owed me something. My pulse was a quiet storm—tight, cold, and precise.
Then I turned, got into my car, and drove home.
Our gates op
