Vanessa pov
I got there just as Chelsea flung the crutch down the hallway, the sound of it cracking against the tile loud enough that I actually flinched from twenty feet away.
I'd been on my way to the library when I heard the commotion, students clustering near the lockers, phones already lifting the way they always did, and some instinct had pulled me closer before I'd even registered whose voice I was hearing.
Chelsea's.
I stopped, frozen at the edge of the crowd, watching her face contort into something I'd never once seen from her, not the easy warmth she always wore, not even the careful, composed version underneath it I'd started suspecting was a performance too.
This was different. Raw. Unguarded in a way that made my stomach drop.
"I loved him first," she said, voice cracki
