Logan didn't acknowledge a single word from the whole article about Harper and Logan . He moved through the hallway like stone, jaw set, leather jacket slung over his shoulders as if it shielded him from the noise. But his silence didn't stop the whispers. It never did.
And Hazel was waiting for her chance.
She spotted him crossing the quad, his expression unreadable, and quickened her pace. Her heels clicked against the pavement, drawing attention from a few bystanders. Some students leaned in, eager to watch what Hazel would do. After all, Hazel never let a scandal pass without making herself part of it.
"Logan!" she called, her voice sweet and sing-song, too bright for the morning.
He stopped, though reluctantly, and turned his head slightly. His eyes were sharp, cold, the kind that could cut through lies before they were even spoken.
Hazel's lips curved into a perfect smile as she closed the distance. "I was hoping to find you. We need to talk."
