chapter 33
JULIAN POLE
Days are running fast.
The halls at school were loud again. People laughing, lockers slamming, someone playing music from a speaker they probably weren't supposed to have. Everything looked exactly the same, and somehow, I didn't fit in it anymore. Not like before.
I sat through classes I didn't care about, nodded when teachers called my name, and tried to focus when I caught myself zoning out. It didn't work. My brain kept drifting to one person.
Jace.
It's stupid, I know. He hadn't called, hadn't texted.
And now he quit. And I didn't even know about it.
He's the devil.
But I couldn't stop thinking about him. The way he looked at me before he left. Like he wanted to say something but didn't trust himself to.
By Tuesday, I'd memorized the silence.
By Wednesday, I stopped expecting a text or a call.
Who am I kidding? A call from him is a luxury.
