I stood there in the middle of the hall, holding my bag so tight my fingers started to hurt. My stomach felt like it was twisting in knots, with anger, pain, and confusion all at once. I pulled out my phone and tried calling Jaxson again. Still switched off. My chest burned. I clenched the phone in my hand so hard I almost threw it at the wall.
He owed me an explanation.
I walked out of the hall, my legs moving on their own. I didn’t even care that people were staring at me. I just walked straight outside, waved down a taxi, and gave the driver Jaxson’s address.
The ride felt slow. Too slow. Like time was dragging on purpose, just to torture me. My brain wouldn’t stop racing, replaying every second from last night—his hands, his kiss, the way he looked at me before I fell asleep. It all
