Boundaries
Avoiding Jace should have been easy. That was the lie I told myself on Monday night after overhearing Elena and Sabrina behind the equipment shed. Create distance. Stop feeding the rumors. Stop making things harder for everyone. Simple. Except nothing about Jace Donovan had ever been simple. By Tuesday morning, I was already failing. Not dramatically. Not in a way anyone else would notice. Just small things. I left homeroom through a different hallway. Skipped my usual stop at the courtyard. Arrived at lunch five minutes later than normal. Tiny changes. Enough to avoid running into him. At least that was the plan. Unfortunately, the universe remained committed to ruining my life. I had barely reached my table when Mason dropped into the seat beside me. “You’re being weir
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