- Kathrine Andrews: ( Song of the chapter: Shum Ukrainian Song)
I leaned against my locker, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold.
Glyndon slid into step beside him, her expression carefully neutral. But she wasn't fooling me. I knew what I had done to her last night, what I had made her feel. That fear, that confusion—it was still there, simmering beneath the surface.
She was avoiding looking at me.
Good.
Alex King, the ever-proud, untouchable golden boy, stood frozen in front of his locker, his face paling, then flushing red as he read the words spray-painted across the metal.
Closet Case.
The hallway buzzed with laughter, whispers, and phones flashing as students took pictures and videos.
Alex's shoulders were tense, his hands curled into fists at his sides. I could see the barely restrained fury in the way his body locked up, the way his jaw ticked.
I knew this moment would rattle him, but it was his next reaction that caught my attention.
