Noah

By the time I got to my locker, I could feel it.

Not hear it.

Not see it.

Just… feel it.

The looks.

The pauses in conversation.

The way people’s eyes followed me like I’d suddenly grown a second head.

Which was funny, because all I’d done was kiss my girlfriend on the temple and say good morning.

Apparently that was headline news now.

I spun my locker open and started swapping books, trying to act like nothing had changed. My hands were steady. My ...