Sofia's Pov
I hate mornings like this—too loud, too bright, like my skin doesn’t belong to me. Hangover-induced misery with a side of regret.
I slip on jeans and a hoodie, tie my hair up in the fastest, messiest ponytail possible, and pretend like I’m just another student trying to make it through Monday. Except it’s Tuesday. And I already feel like I’ve lost the week.
The moment I step onto campus, it hits me—noise, chatter, people laughing about the party.
"That’s the girl," someone hisses.
"It’s definitely her," another voice murmurs.
My stomach drops.
Their eyes are locked on me like I’m some kind of sideshow attraction.
What the hell is going on?
My pace quickens automatically, eyes scanning for a familiar face.
And then—there. By the fountain. Mia and Kiera.
Mia spots me
