AURORA’S POV:
(Six months later)
Senior year. Oh, the absolute joy! I'm so done with this year already.
There’s a strange kind of chill that settles over Clarence High this morning. Not the kind that crawls under your skin from the cold, but the kind that warns you something is shifting... something you can’t stop.
The courtyard is buzzing with whispers, faces turned not toward the usual gossip or who’s fighting who this week, but toward the tall figure leaning against the fence with a familiar scowl stitched across his face. Jon.
He’s dressed in his usual leather jacket, sleeves shoved up, hair messy like he didn’t bother fixing it. Very unlike him. He usually wants to look nice for the ladies. But today, he’s not trying to blend in - which is okay, but this time it feels different.
