~NICO~

The moment we walk into the school building, I can feel it.

Eyes everywhere.

It’s like the whole hallway stops to look at her….the way her skirt sways, the way her hair catches the light, the easy confidence in her steps.

She doesn’t even seem to notice. Or maybe she does, and she likes it.

Her friends walks toward her when they saw her.

Elena walks a few steps ahead of me, laughing softly at something her friend says, completely unaware of the way the guys’ gazes follow her.

Or maybe she is aware. Maybe this is all part of her plan.

A group of seniors near the lockers...