Zoe's POV
I was completely distracted at lunch. Ashley and Guz wouldn't stop raving about Mr. Huffman's announcement in class. They were bubbling with excitement, talking over each other like two hosts on a late-night show. But their words came to me like static. I couldn't really follow any of it.
My mind was tangled in something else entirely—something I had pieced together that morning like a twisted puzzle finally solved.
Pete gave me the drink.
Was it intentional?
Did he really spike it?
And... Why would he want to hurt me?
Those questions spun in circles inside my head, each one twisting tighter than the last. I debated whether or not to tell Ashley. I didn't know what to do. I was so overwhelmed.
Then the energy in the cafeteria shifted—low whispers, gasps, and admiration. The kind of attention that filled the room when cool people entered.
I looked up.
Of course, it was Brandon. Again
