Ella
I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the board as the teacher droned on about some science stuff I barely paid attention to. My mind was elsewhere.
The moment I walked into class that morning, I felt it—the sharp, unspoken tension in the room. The boys under Ethan’s command didn’t say a word, but their widened eyes and stiff postures told me everything I needed to know.
They were surprised. No—more than surprised. They were shocked to see me.
As if I were a ghost.
I could feel their gazes burning into the back of my head, their disbelief so obvious that even the teacher must have noticed. But no one dared to ask anything. They just kept stealing glances, whispering among themselves when they thought I wasn’t listening.
It wasn’t hard to guess what they were thinking.
