I slammed the door behind me and let out a long breath I didn’t realize I was holding. My anger hadn’t faded since this morning, not even close. Paxton… that little brat had the nerve to show up at school, not only that he still had the audacity to talk to me And the way he stood there, smug and unshaken… it made my blood boil.

I paced the living room, running my hands through my hair. I could still hear the whispers of the students, the looks on their faces. I bragged about how I ...