Cassie’s POV
My first class that morning was chemistry. As I walked to class, I could still see people looking at me. Some even took photos. The whispers were geting louder.
When I got to class, I stood at my assigned station. My fingers rested on the cold metal table, staring at the experiment sheet in front of me. The words were clear. They were just simple instructions, steps I knew I could follow without a problem.
But my chest was tight, because I knew who I was paired with.
“Cassie and Celeste,” the teacher said again. His voice was louder this time, like he needed to make sure everyone heard it.
And they did.
Something moved through the room instantly. It wasn’t loud, but it was there. i heard the sounds of whispers, soft laughter, chairs shifting as people turned to look. I d
