(MASON'S POV)
I hadn't noticed Caleb until the door creaked again. Up until that moment, all I could focus on were the girls—their laughter, the way they hovered too close, the suffocating smell of their perfumes pressing in from all sides. But then I looked up, and there he was.
He'd been sitting at his desk the whole time.
Watching me.
Not just casually either—really watching, like he'd been burning holes straight through me, waiting for the exact right moment to step in. And now he had. He stood in the doorway of the boys bathroom, blocking the only way out, like he'd been planning it all along.
For a second, I almost didn't recognize him.
Caleb always carried himself with this effortless confidence—shoulders back, that annoying smirk like he knew something everyone else didn't. But that version of him was gone. What stood in front of me now looked… wrong. Hollow.
