Chapter 29: The Confrontation II
Isabella's POV
The wind cut across the rooftop, sharper than I remembered. It tugged at my blazer, whipping strands of hair into my face, but I didn't move to fix them. I kept my gaze pinned on Mateo.
He stood with his hands in his pockets, posture loose, smile casual. It was like we were about to talk about class schedules or the weather. Not like we were about to rip open the silence that had been festering between us.
"So," he said lightly, cocking his head. "What's this about?"
I was silent. I didn't answer him, not yet at least. I just observed him, taking in the features of the boy I had dated for about three years now.
He chuckled lightly when I didn't answer. "Don't tell me you're on the same stuff Alexander's on."
His grin widened, like it was all a joke. Like I'd laugh and shake my head and roll my eyes, and then everything would go back to normal. Like we didn't just have a blown out argument the other day.
But I didn't laugh.