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 Writer’s POV Zayne stormed out of the room, his mind spinning with anger and disgust. He didn’t want to see Vanessa or Zach for now. Not after what he had just witnessed. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his heart pounded violently in his chest. How could Vanessa do something like that? How could she stoop so low? He needed air. He needed to calm down, but every time he thought about what he saw, rage bubbled inside him all over again. He wandered through the hallway, trying to shake off the anger, when suddenly he heard a scream. A high-pitched, terrified scream. His body froze for a second, and then he sprinted toward the sound. It was coming from one of the rooms down the hall. 

 Ava’s POV Irish’s hand is warm and firm as he pulls me out of the principal's office. His grip is strong, like he’s afraid I’ll slip away if he lets go. I don’t know why, but my heart is racing. Maybe it’s because of all the eyes on us. People are staring, whispering, looking at me like I’ve suddenly become someone important. Because Irish is holding my hand. But Irish doesn’t seem to care about their stares. He just keeps walking, pulling me forward like nothing else matters. Meanwhile, I feel completely out of place, uncomfortable with the way everyone’s eyes follow us. “I need to go back to class,” I say, trying to sound firm.

  Ava’s POV I woke up the next morning feeling exhausted, my body heavy as if I hadn’t slept at all. The events of yesterday still weigh on me. My stepmom, her cold voice, her cruel words… It’s like an echo in my head. “I just hate that you exist.” I shake my head, trying to push her words away, but they cling to me, refusing to leave. I don’t know why, but for the first time in a long while, I miss my mom. I don’t even remember much about her, just bits and pieces, blurry memories that fade when I try too hard to hold onto them. But I remember the warmth. The softness in her voice. The way she used to hold me. 

 AVA’S POV I pull myself together, forcing my hands to stop shaking as I rummage through my bag for the dress I have to wear. The moment my fingers touch the fabric, my stomach twists. My hands feel weak, but I push through, dragging it out and clutching it against my chest. I take slow, careful steps toward the changing room. My breath is uneven, my head pounding. The moment I shut the door behind me, I let out a deep sigh, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I look… empty. Dark circles frame my eyes. My skin looks pale under the dim lighting, and my lips are dry, slightly chapped. I run my fingers over my face, trying to see if I still recognize myself, but all I see is someone who&rs

 AVA’S POV What have I done? My breath is still shaky, my body warm and tingling from what just happened. I don’t know what came over me, but I blame it on the alcohol. That has to be it. I would never… Bang! Bang! “Ava!” a deep voice shouts from outside, followed by loud knocking. My heart stops. Oh my God. Zayne moves faster than me, grabbing his pants and yanking them on before striding to the door. My body tenses when I realize who the voice belongs to. My boss.