Arielle’s POV
Justin’s eyes never left me the entire lecture. It was suffocating.
Not only had I dragged him into class earlier without a word of explanation, but I also avoided him once the lecturer walked in. Every time I pretended not to notice his glare, the weight of it pressed down on me. I couldn’t focus on the lesson at all—I was just painfully aware of his stare burning holes through me.
“Don’t forget to go through your assessment,” the lecturer announced while shutting his book. “And remember, exams start in a few days.”
When the bell rang, relief shot through me. I quickly started packing my books and notes into my bag, eager to escape before Justin cornered me.
But when I turned to leave, there he was—leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, blocking the way.
