"Selena... we need to talk," I said, my voice steady and firm as her fingers intertwined with mine. She wore that carefree smile she always had, the one that made her look almost innocent as we pushed through the crowded hallway filled with chattering students, all heading toward the cafeteria for lunch.
"Talk about what?" she asked, tilting her head to the side in that curious way of hers, like a child who genuinely didn't understand what they'd done wrong.
"About THIS WHOLE RELATIONSHIP," I said, making sure each word came out clear and unmistakable.
"Relationship?" The word left her lips like a question, and she stopped walking so suddenly that I nearly bumped into her back.
"Yes," I confirmed, watching her carefully.
"Is it... About my identity? About the secret I've been keeping from you?" Her voice dropped to almost a whisper, and I could see something shift in her expression—fear, maybe, or guilt.
My eyes went wide.
Wait a minute.
