Elena’s POV

Monday mornings at Prescott High were already bad. The kind of bad that made you question the universe’s sense of humor. And today, I was learning just how cruel it could be.

I walked into the hallway, backpack slung over my shoulder, trying to focus on surviving the day. Immediately, my eyes found them: Victoria and Joey, whispering and laughing together like the world revolved around them. Blake was leaning casually against the lockers nearby, watching it all with that stupid ...