Tyler
By the time I stepped into the hallway, people were already talking about Michael’s party.
“For your next wine bath, Cindy!” was when I walked in, after Sydney’s shriek echoed down the corridor.
Red rushed to her cheeks as the laughter rolled through the hallway. Still, she’d stopped Maeve from giving them a piece of her mind.
“God, that’s brutal.” Micheal muttered behind me, trying to shield his laughter.
But all I could feel was anger. And that familiar sting in my chest that told me this was somehow my fault.
Sydney still had her hair styled the same way she wore it at the cinema, and that soft highlight on her face that’d flashed through my mind—the same one that had kept me awake half the night.
I knew everyone had noticed it too because girls in class had already been go
