Serena's POV.

As I approached the school gate, Richard darted in front of me, blocking my path. I sidestepped, but he quickly moved to block me again.

"Serena, please, I need to talk to you," he begged, his eyes pleading.

I rolled my eyes, irritation simmering just below the surface.

"Unfortunately, I don't want to talk to you, so let me pass," I said, my voice firm.

Richard's expression transformed into one of pity, and for a fleeting moment, I almost believed he genuinely cared for me.

But the memory of his harsh words from the day before still stung, and I knew better.

His concern was nothing more than...