Alice
I have never felt so disgusted in my life. It’s like my stomach is churning; I’m resisting the urge to retch, but just barely. Something about the way Vedant and Chiara are standing together by the lockers just doesn’t sit right with me.
Not. At. All.
They’re too close. There’s an ease between them that shouldn’t be there. One that I’ve worked hard to ensure didn’t manifest.
Of course, it’s not like they look romantic. Chiara’s arms are folded, her brow furrowed, while Vedant leans in, saying something low. His expression is unreadable.
But still, it’s too much.
I slow my pace, pretending to read something on the bulletin board beside me while I angle myself closer. No matter how hard I strain to snatch a sound, all I gather is fragments over the bustle of the school hallway
