I walked into the girls' restroom right after literature class. My brain started doing that annoying thing where it won't shut up.
Dominic still hadn't reached out to Ash.
Two whole weeks and not even a "hey."
My best friend's basically running on heartbreak and caffeine, pretending he's fine when he's clearly not.
And now, me?
I'm lowkey panicking about going to Ren's place later. Because talent show practice, yes…but also Ren. The same Ren who used his shirt to clean something off my lips last time.
God, why do I attract chaos?
I sighed and checked my reflection in the mirror. "You're fine," I muttered to myself. "You're hot, talented, and maybe slightly unhinged, but fine."
Then I spotted one rogue eyebrow hair sticking out like it paid rent. "Oh, absolutely not," I whispered, grabbing my tweezers. "Not today, Satan."
Halfway through fixing my face, my phone buzzed.
A text from Ian.
