He has already forgotten me, already moved on with his day. I should do the same.
But the weight of his indifference presses down on me, crushing the fragile hope I didn’t even realize I was harboring. That things might be different now. That something had changed.
Nothing has changed. I’m still the Omega everyone loves to hate. Still the girl whose brother died. Still the one they blame for everything, for reasons I’ll never fully understand. Why did I think one night would change any of that?
I pass a group of cheerleaders, their perfect faces twisted in matching sneers. One of them, a Luna-blooded blonde with cold blue eyes, watches me, her eyes narrowing slightly.
All I want is to make it to class without breaking down, without letting them see how much they hurt me. But each step
