Elena’s POV
By Monday morning, my name was back on the headlines of the school tabloids.
"You're trending on three separate campus group chats," Maya said, leaning over my shoulder in the library media center and sliding her phone onto my notebook. "Someone took a video from across the room at the varsity house. Look."
I glanced down at the illuminated screen. The video was grainy, shot through a sea of partygoers, but the content was unmistakable. It showed Ethan stumbling off the leather couch, knocking over a table, his voice loud and desperate as he shouted across the room. And then, the camera zoomed in on Evan, broad, towering, stepping directly in front of me like a solid iron wall, blocking Ethan out entirely before taking my hand and leading me through the parting crowd.
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