Going back to school the next morning feels like stepping into a place I almost died in, and I can feel the weight of eyes on me the second I walk through the front doors even though no one actually says anything.
That is what makes it strange.
No snickers.
No whispers loud enough for me to hear.
No one bumping into my shoulder on purpose.
They just stare.
I lift my chin automatically and walk down the hallway like I do not notice, even though the silence feels heavier than the insults ever did.
When I reach my locker, I stop short.
Declan is leaning against it like he owns the hallway.
His arms are folded across his chest and his expression is calm, almost bored, but I know him well enough by now to recognize that he is assessing everything around us.
“What are you doing,” I sna
