Fabian walked into the pantry with his lunchbox and froze the moment he saw me. I felt it too — the sudden tension in the air. Without a word, I turned and walked toward the door.
"Vivian!"
I kept walking.
Fingers closed around my wrist, stopping me mid-step.
"I was calling you," Fabian said, his voice dark. "Didn't you hear me?"
"I heard you. I just didn't want to answer."
His grip tightened. "Are you still angry about the party? I had nothing to do with those photos — I swear I knew nothing. You have to believe me."
Something bitter rose in my chest at those words.
"Believe you?" A faint, mocking smile crossed my face. "Believe that you'll ruin my reputation? Or believe that you'll keep finding new ways to torment me?"
His face went pale, then hardened with anger. "We've known each other for so long! Even if I hated you, I wouldn't do something that disgusting!"
A soft laugh slipped from my lips.
