Rachel POV
We didn't speak until we reached an empty study room on the third floor. Mark followed us, no longer bothering to be subtle.
The moment Isabella pulled the door shut and Chloe locked it, I broke.
My knees gave out. I sank onto one of the chairs, my hands covering my face as the first sob tore from my throat.
"Rachel—" Isabella dropped beside me immediately, her arm around my shoulders.
"I'm so stupid," I choked out, the words muffled by my hands. "I'm so stupid."
"No, you're not—"
"Yes, I am!" The tears came harder now, hot and humiliating. "Two years. I wasted two years on him. Following him around like a puppy, helping him with his assignments, showing up wherever he was, hoping he'd—" My voice cracked. "Hoping he'd finally see me."
Chloe knelt in front of me, grabbing
