Mia’s pov

The bell for the next period rang somewhere in the distance, but I barely heard it over the pounding in my ears. The courtyard doors had just swung shut behind Lucian and Lily, his arm wrapped around her waist like she was some fragile prize he’d claimed. My blood was boiling literally boiling, hot and furious under my skin. How dare she? That clumsy, crutch-wielding nobody had the nerve to steal the spotlight again, and worse, Lucian had chosen her in front of everyone. Phones were still out, kids whispering and typing furiously into group chats. I could already imagine the captions: “Mia dumped for the fat girl?”...