Elena's POV

The hallways of Prescott High had never felt so suffocating. I could feel the weight of every eye on us the moment Blake and I stepped out of class. Victoria and Joey were there, leaning against the lockers, whispering and giggling in a way that made my skin crawl. But this time, we weren’t alone. We had each other.

“Looks like someone’s in a good mood,” Joey sneered as soon as she saw us, her voice loud enough to carry across the hall.

Blake’s hand found mine ...