Clarabell's POV
I couldn't understand why I felt this way. I'd known Ryan and Veronica were involved, but witnessing their intimate moment at school had shaken me. Walking in on them, post-makeout, was a harsh reality check.
Fury and disgust coursed through my veins. How could Ryan think a homemade dinner would erase the pain he'd caused? Did he expect me to forget the image of them together and share a meal as if nothing had happened?
My phone buzzed, breaking the toxic cycle of thoughts. Lonan's text brought a welcome distraction.
"Hey, got home safe?" he asked.
I smiled softly, grateful for his concern. He'd offered to drive me home earlier, but I'd declined, needing time alone.
"Yes, what about you?" I replied.
Lonan's response arrived promptly.
"Yeah, just got home. Thinking a
