Lonan's POV
I trudged home, my mind still reeling from the shocking scene at the mysterious house.
The uncertainty of whose house it was only added to my frustration.
My thoughts swirled, weighed down by the secrets I couldn't share.
Telling my mom was out of the question; I'd have to confess the humiliating rejection.
Exhausted, I finally succumbed to sleep, my mind still racing with unanswered questions.
The next day, I navigated the school hallways with caution, avoiding eye contact with Clarabell. A part of me hoped to avoid her altogether, still reeling from disappointment.
As I walked, I pondered who to confide in. Ivy was out of the question – she'd surely spill the beans to Clarabell.
I sighed, frustration mounting until a familiar face caught my attention. Veronica walked
