** Paige’s POV **

The first time I saw him, we were sixteen. He stood at the back of the classroom, hood up, headphones in, all in black, like the world had done him wrong, and he wanted everyone to know it. Everyone was afraid of him back then. He was the angry one, the troublemaker, the boy with eyes like a storm. Teachers avoided him in class discussions, students whispered about him, and no one dared sit too close, but I remember thinking that none of them really looked. Not the way I ...