I didn't look back.

My heels clicked against the ground as I stormed across campus, head high, even though it felt like every step was dragging through mud. My chest burned from holding in the tears, but I wasn't going to cry here. Not in front of them. Not in front of him.

"Anabelle!" someone called behind me. "Wait! Belle, stop!"

I didn't stop until a hand grabbed my wrist. It was Lana.

She was breathless, her cheeks red from running, but her green eyes were soft, full of concern.

She didn't speak at first. Just stared at me. I knew what she was seeing, my smudged mascara, my puffy...