Noah

By the time I made it through the front doors, I was already regretting coming to school early.

Every hallway felt louder than usual, lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking, people laughing too hard about nothing. And somehow, I was the only one hyper-aware of every single sound — because all I could think about was her.

Jessa Lombardi.

We hadn’t talked since last night. Just one text from me — got home okay, goodnight — and a heart emoji from her that I must’ve stared ...