-Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the chapter: Gangsta by Kehlani
Something was wrong with Alex.
I knew it the moment he walked into the cafeteria, shoulders tense, jaw clenched, eyes darting around like he expected the walls to cave in on him.
Alex King never looked like that.
Alex King owned every room he walked into.
But today?
He looked like a man on the brink.
I narrowed my eyes as he slid into his usual seat at our table, barely acknowledging anyone. The usual cocky smirk was gone, replaced with something… hollow.
"Dude, what the hell is up with you?" John asked, nudging him. "You look like you saw a fucking ghost."
Alex barely reacted. Just reached for his drink with a stiff, almost mechanical movement.
Weird.
Weird.
But things only got worse from there.
"Alright," Jason said, cracking his knuckles. "Who's pissing off Kathrine today?"
