“I wasn’t talking to you,” Liam said, calm but firm, his eyes not leaving mine.
My heart gave a small squeeze, partly from relief, partly from frustration. I didn’t want a scene, not today. Not after the phone call I’d just had with my mother, and definitely not in front of a class full of people who’d already seen more than enough.
Tyler shifted in his seat, lifting his head, and the coldness in his stare sent a shiver crawling down my spine. His lips curved into the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“And who do you think you are,” he asked, voice low but sharp, “stepping into a conversation that isn’t yours?”
The whole room felt like it was holding its breath. Toni, still leaning casually against a desk nearby, pushed himself up straighter and took a small step forward,
