Brandon's POV
The second Seth's car disappeared down the street, I climbed into my truck and slammed the door. The sound cracked against the cab walls, a sharp echo in the small space, but it didn't come close to drowning out the roar in my head.
Her face was still pressed into my mind—Chloe's face. That last look she gave me before she left: jaw tight, lips pressed into a hard line, eyes sharp with something between hurt and disgust. She hadn't even glanced back. The silence of it was worse than if she'd screamed at me.
It wasn't just anger in her eyes. It was hate.
I shoved the key into the ignition, my movements jerky, the engine rumbling to life beneath me. I was about to drive out when my phone buzzed in the cupholder.
At first, I ignored it. I didn't have the patience for texts right now. But then I caught the preview in my notifications—someone had commented on a post I made.
A post? On the school gossip page? I hadn't posted anything there. The hell was this about?
