POV: Isadora
My heart was racing, and my brain was still trying to process what I’d just heard. I turned toward him slowly. Ryan was staring at me with a serious expression, laced with a hint of hurt. How had he found out? Was it the way I acted in class? Sometimes I really did let a little smile or a lingering look slip at Henry. Crap. I was dead.
Growing impatient, he stepped closer to me.
“It’s Kyle, isn't it?”, he asked, sounding annoyed. My eyes widened in surprise.
Kyle? He suspected Kyle? My god, I wanted to scream at him for nearly giving me a heart attack over nothing.
“There’s no way you’d know I was talking about you unless someone told you. And that person would only tell you if they really wanted to screw me over!”
“Of all the guys I hung out with that day, Kyle is the c
