Summer’s Pov
After Brianna walked away, I stood in the corridor for about four seconds, breathed through my nose, and went to class.
That was it. That was the decision. I was not going to spend the rest of my morning replaying the look on Brianna's face or the way her friends had stood there watching like it was entertainment or the fact that I had looked her dead in the eyes and said stay away from me and actually meant every single syllable of it. I was going to go to class, sit down, and be a normal student for the next several hours.
Which I did.
AP English was fine. French Literature was fine. The practical session after lunch, where we were supposed to be analyzing tissue samples under microscopes in pairs and my partner, a quiet girl named Priya who I had somehow never spoken to
