Blake’s POV

I did not go looking for Elena.

That was the lie I told myself as I walked down the science wing hallway, sneakers squeaking against the freshly waxed floor, hands shoved deep into my pockets like that alone could stop me from doing something stupid. The truth was I had been thinking about her since the cafeteria incident, since the way the room had gone dead quiet right before it exploded, since the way she had looked at me after dumping a tray of food over Victoria’s head like ...