Sydney

“Hey, eyes on where you’re going, alright?”

My breath caught—partly aiming to reduce the choking scent of his cologne in my lungs.

My eyes flew up, my jaw barely missing his chest as he stared down at me.

Tyler.

For a second, neither of us moved.

We just stood there in that quiet hallway—tiny to no space between us, staring.

My heart slammed hard in my ears, her fingers shoved up into my hoodie sleeve as I held them close to my chest.

And I swear, I almost gave myself out to those steel-blue eyes.

Almost blurted that he was right no matter how much I disliked him.

Almost...