Sienna

I looked down the hall where Liam had disappeared, trying to convince myself it didn’t matter. But every step he took, every casual flip of his hair, left a tiny ripple in my chest I couldn’t ignore.

Kendra nudged me. “You’re staring like a lovesick cartoon character. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I said, too quickly, too sharply.

She raised an eyebrow. “Yeah… sure. Totally fine. Until your ex-ghost-boyfriend comes back to haunt you during math class.”

I groaned. ...