"Let go of me—"
"Really, Zeina? f**k! I knew it!"
I could feel my heart pounding as I exclaimed, "I said let go of me, Dylan!"
His grip tightened for a moment in surprise, and I seized the opportunity to wrench myself free. As I glanced around, I noticed Rita and Maria emerging from their rooms, and the rest of my classmates starting to come into the house. Despite my discomfort, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the unfolding scene.
Suddenly, I felt his hand on my arm once more. Sensing his eyes on the people behind me, I swiftly wrenched his hand away.
"Don't touch me," I said before striding off toward my room in frustration.
As I ascended the stairs, each step felt heavier than the last. I finally made it to my door, but before I could enter, Dylan surprised me by grabbing the ha
