Cassian's mind was spinning. He didn't understand why Leonel had been glaring at him ever since they left class. Every look carried a weight Cassian couldn't quite name anger, frustration, or maybe something deeper he was too scared to admit.
His back was still pressed against the locker where Leonel had cornered him, and he couldn't bring himself to move. "Why is he mad at me?" he muttered under his breath, chewing on his lip.
Leonel tilted his head, eyes sharp, lips curving into the kind of smirk that made Cassian's chest tighten. "Stop looking at Aiden every time you want something," Leonel said, voice low and rough around the edges. "I'm right here. I'm the one who should be the first."
Cassian blinked, caught off guard. "W-what? I-I wasn't-"
