Elena’s POV
The walk across campus toward the Westview athletic complex was a trial by fire.
The news of what had happened in the lecture hall had spread through the university group chats like wildfire. Everywhere we walked, heads turned, conversations died out, and phone screens tilted toward us. But Evan didn't rush. He walked beside me with an easy, unyielding composure, his large hand warmly laced through mine, grounding me through every single stare.
When we reached the metal gates leading to the varsity fields, Evan stopped. The rest of his lacrosse teammates were already congregating near the locker rooms, throwing their gear bags over their shoulders.
Marcus was standing near the entrance, his jaw practically on the floor as he watched Evan lead me straight past him.
Evan did
