CHAPTER SIXTEENWhen Lines Are Crossed
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
When Lines Are Crossed
LILY POV
The next change didn’t feel loud.
It felt accidental.
Like something that wasn’t supposed to happen… but did anyway.
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It was between classes.
The corridor was crowded, loud, messy like always.
I was walking slowly, trying not to bump into anyone.
Trying to stay invisible.
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That was when it happened.
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I felt the push before I understood it.
My shoulder hit the lockers hard enough to sting instantly.
My books slipped from my hands and scattered across the floor.
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For a moment, everything froze.
Not around me.
Just inside me.
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I looked up.
Chloe.
Standing there like nothing happened.
Like I had simply… gotten in her way.
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Her friends giggled softly behind her.
Not even trying to hide it.
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“Careful,” Chloe said casually.
Then she tilted her head slightly.
“You’re always so distracted.”
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I bent down slowly to pick up my books.
My fingers were shaking slightly.
Not from pain.
From humiliation.
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Damien appeared quickly.
Too quickly.
Like he had seen it happen from somewhere else.
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“What was that?” he asked sharply.
Chloe didn’t even blink.
“I bumped into her,” she said simply.
Then smiled.
“That’s all.”
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Damien looked at me immediately.
I didn’t speak.
Because if I did, my voice might betray me.
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He crouched beside me.
Helped pick up my books.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.
I nodded once.
Too fast.
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“I’m fine,” I whispered.
But my arm still hurt.
And I knew there would probably be a mark later.
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Chloe watched the entire thing.
Like she was bored.
Like she was waiting for something more interesting to happen.
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Then she leaned closer slightly.
Just enough for me to hear.
“Be careful where you walk,” she said softly.
“And who you stand near.”
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Then she left.
Like nothing had happened.
Like she hadn’t just shifted something inside my life.
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Damien stood slowly.
His jaw was tight now.
But he didn’t follow her.
He stayed with me.
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“Lily,” he said quietly.
“You can’t keep saying you’re fine when you’re not.”
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I looked away.
Because I didn’t know what else to do.
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And somewhere across the hallway—
I didn’t see him.
But I felt it.
That same presence again.
Watching.
Not saying anything.
Just noticing.
And this time…
I wasn’t sure if it made me feel safer.
Or more trapped.
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