Alessia
The day had tested every ounce of patience I had. Between the awkward tension with Jay earlier and the endless droning of my overly flirtatious group project partner, I was one minor inconvenience away from snapping. As I walked down the grand hallway of the mansion, juggling my heavy school bag, a coffee cup, and my phone that wouldn’t stop buzzing, I felt like a disaster waiting to happen.
The strap of my bag dug into my shoulder, the coffee was dangerously tilting, and my phone slipped precariously down my arm. I grumbled under my breath, knowing I should’ve asked for help but unwilling to admit defeat.
“You’re going to drop that,” came a voice from behind me.
I froze mid-step, the deep, unmistakable tone sending a shiver down my spine. Slowly turning, I found Jay standing
