“Did you see the viral post. They kissed right in the Econ building. Mid day!”
My jaw tightens.
I keep walking.
Head high.
Back straight.
Like I don’t hear a damn thing.
The locker room is worse.
Always is.
Confined space.
No escape.
Delia throws me a look the second I walk in.
Not pity.
Not judgment.
Just… awareness.
But the others?
They’re not subtle.
Phones out.
Screens glowing.
A couple girls whisper and then look right at me.
One doesn’t even bother lowering her voice.
“Guess Vale moved on real quick.”
That does it.
I rip open my locker harder than necessary.
Metal slams.
The sound echoes.
Conversations stutter.
I don’t turn around.
Not yet.
Because if I do, I might actually say something I can’t take back.
And I don’t lose control.
