Alessia
The sun hung low over the high school courtyard, casting a golden haze over the students loitering between classes. But my attention was elsewhere.
I wasn’t paying attention to Maya or Emily gossiping beside me. I wasn’t listening to the meaningless chatter that filled the school grounds. No—I was watching him.
Jay.
He stood near the entrance, his usual spot—black suit, unreadable expression, a presence impossible to ignore. But today, he wasn’t alone.
A woman, someone from the school faculty, approached him. I couldn't hear what she said, but she leaned in slightly, her eyes holding his in conversation.
And Jay? He was listening.
Something twisted inside my stomach. A slow, burning heat I couldn’t name.
I shouldn't care. I really shouldn’t.
“She’s totally into him,” Emil
