-Kathrine Andrews: (Song of the chapter: Haunted by Isabel LaRosa)
The bathroom door slammed shut behind me, cutting off the noise of the cafeteria.
I exhaled sharply, gripping the sink, my knuckles turning white.
Not because I was shocked.
Not because I was hurt.
But because I was angry.
Today was the first time Alex and his pack of assholes had pulled something multiple times in one day.
And it wasn't just random cruelty.
This wasn't just their usual brand of fun.
This was personal.
It felt like revenge.
Like Alex had a reason to be pissed.
And I had a pretty damn good guess as to why.
Paris.
That fucking museum.
The way Glyndon had run to me when that noise rang out, grabbing my wrist before she could even think.
She had barely realized she'd done it.
But maybe he had.
Maybe Alex had noticed.
Maybe that's why he was pushing harder.
Or maybe—
Maybe he was suspicious.
Maybe he had doubts.
