Alessia
cafeteria buzzed with life, the chatter of students mixing with the clatter of trays and the occasional burst of laughter. I sat across from Emily and Maya, barely touching my food. My mind was still replaying last night—Jay taking me to that secluded spot, the city lights stretching below us, and the way his voice had softened when he apologized.
I hated how much it affected me.
“Okay, I can’t take this anymore,” Maya said, setting down her juice box with a dramatic sigh. “You’ve been sitting there, stabbing your salad like it personally offended you. Spill.”
I scowled at her. “It’s nothing.”
Emily arched a brow. “Lies. You’ve been off since last night.”
Maya leaned in, eyes glinting mischievously. “Let me guess. It’s got something to do with a certain brooding bodyguard
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