Sky POV
It wasn't like I cared.
Not really.
I was just walking to class—perfectly on time, vanilla oat latte in one hand, sunglasses in the other, hair pinned up in that annoyingly perfect twist Dad liked—and I saw her.
Some girl I didn't know.
Short skirt. Big smile. Fingers brushing his arm like she owned him. And Ray?
Ray fucking Maddox was smiling back.
Not the smirk he gave professors, not the cocky grin he wore when he was pissing me off. No. This one was soft. Relaxed. Like he gave a damn about whatever joke she just made.
I stopped.
Right in the middle of the hallway.
Someone bumped into me. I didn't move.
The girl giggled. He leaned in, said something close to her ear. I didn't hear it.
Didn't have to.
My chest went tight, rage crawling up my throat like bile.
I took a sip of my latte, burned my tongue, swallowed it anyway.
He didn't even look up.
Didn't even see me.
Okay.
Okay, fine.
I turned, walked away—heels clicking way too fast on the floor—and found the first empty classroom with a mirror.
Closed the door. Looked at myself.
Took the pin out of my hair and let it fall around my shoulders in heavy, jet black waves.
Put on lip gloss.
The one I left in his damn room.
He still had it. I knew he did.
Then I smiled at myself. That sharp little thing I only used when I was about to make someone regret everything.