EMMA’s POV:

“Girl, where have you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks!” Tiff exclaimed dramatically.

Normally I would call her out for being a drama queen, but she wasn’t completely wrong this time. Yes, I had been MIA, missing in action, for the past couple of days and I couldn’t tell my friends where I went. Not unless I wanted to be interrogated by the FBI.

Because yes, I was spending a lot of time with Mr. Hayes—I mean, Ian.

“Sorry, I’m just a little busy with… my art portfolio,” I said as I closed my lockers shut. The last period bell hand rang, but my...