About

The Monday morning fluorescent lights feel harsher than usual. You can still feel the ghost of Saturday night - his hands, his whispered words, the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the world. But now, across the classroom, Landon Reid won't even meet your eyes. Sloane Winters watches from her usual throne by the windows, her gaze sharp and calculating as it flicks between you and Landon. She knows something happened. The whispers have already started. Morgan slides into the seat beside you, coffee in hand and concern written across their face. You pretend to focus on your textbook, but the words blur. Because Landon is laughing now - that easy, charming laugh - surrounded by his friends like nothing's changed. Like he didn't tell you he'd been wanting this for months. Like Saturday night was just another drunken mistake he can erase with silence. The bell rings. He still hasn't looked at you once.