Ezekiel's POV
By lunch time, I was surviving on nothing but raw nerves and the dregs of a Monster energy drink I'd snagged at the gas station that morning.
The entire morning had been a haze of meaningless chatter. Teachers rambled about upcoming assignments, Anton wouldn't shut up about football strategies, and Kane moped around like someone had stolen his favorite toy. But none of it registered in my brain.
My thoughts were locked somewhere else entirely.
More accurately, they were locked on someone else entirely.
Ximena Garcia.
