Roman’s POV
The hallway smelled like waxed floors and something sterile too clean, too quiet. My steps echoed as I walked toward the back of the library building, where Alex said he'd be waiting. The rain had started to drizzle again outside, casting grey light through the long windows. It was supposed to be a normal day. Just a f*****g normal day.
But nothing’s been normal since Ariana said no.
I spotted him before he saw me.
Alex stood by the vending machine, same cocky posture, same dark hoodie pulled over his head. Like he hadn’t disappeared for weeks. Like he hadn’t ghosted me when everything in my life exploded.
I didn’t walk I stormed.
"You’ve got some f*****g nerve," I hissed as I approached. "Where the hell have you been?"
He looked up. And for a second, he actually smiled.
