I didn’t know where I was going.
My feet just kept moving, like they’d taken charge of my body and decided only one thing: that the further I was from Ryans, the better. The cafeteria doors slammed behind me as I moved past it, cutting off the mess of clattering trays, laughter, and burnt pizza smells.
But the echo of his voice followed me like a curse.
You’re the one who said the kiss didn’t matter. So why are you complaining now?
I wanted to hate him for those words and somehow, each step in the corridor, as I walked, made the words sharper, like walking barefoot on glass.
I hugged my bag tighter to my chest and pushed past a group of students lounging by the vending machines. Someone laughed too loud. Another was complaining about an upcoming chemistry exam. Their lives seemed to
