Cheon Hae-Won stood in the doorway of Building C, blocking Rome D'Angelo's exit with her entire body. Her heart hammered against her ribs. The hallway behind her was filling with students, and every second she stood here made this confrontation more public.
She needed to get him alone.
Somewhere private.
Somewhere she could actually say what she needed to say without fifty witnesses recording it on their phones.
Rome looked down at her with those mismatched eyes. Grey and green. Completely unbothered by her presence.
It made her want to scream.
"Move," he said.
"Not until you tell me the truth."
"Already did."
He stepped around her.
Just walked past like she was furniture.
Hae-Won spun around. "I'm not finished."
Rome kept walking.
Down the hallway.
Toward the exit.
She followed.
Not running. Class representatives did not run through hallways like children. She walked with purpose. Posture perfect. Steps measured.
