Beckett POVI shouldn’t care.That’s the first thing I tell myself when I walk into school.The second thing?I don’t believe it.Because the second I step into the hallway, I see her.Ella.Head down. Hoodie up. Like Saturday never happened. Like she didn’t walk into that party and flip everything upside down.Like I didn’t—I cut the thought off hard.No.Not going there.She’s back to hiding. Good. That’s how it’s supposed to be.That’s how this works.I shove my hands into my pockets and keep walking, forcing my eyes forward.Except they don’t stay there.They drift.Back to her.Always back to her.“What are you staring at?”Sean’s voice snaps me out of it.“Nothing,” I mutter.“Yeah?” he smirks, glancing over his shoulder. “Because it looks like you’re staring at something.”I don’t answer.I don’t need to.Because the second we hit the lockers, the guys are already there—and already talking.“Yo, Beck,” one of them calls out. “Didn’t know you had that under your roof.”Laughter
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