Sydney

“Hey, what’s wrong? You see a ghost or something?” Dean had asked when he saw me walking towards the table.

But I ignored him, walking straight to my seat, grabbed my books, and started shoving them into my bag like if I didn’t leave fast enough, something inside me might crack open right there.

Because there was no way I was sitting back down to speak about chemicals when my heart was shattered somewhere in the chemistry aisle.

“What are you doing? We still have time.” Dean sounded confused now. But thankfully, he didn’t stop me.

Why? Maybe he could see the anger coursing through my veins, mirrored on...