(Morana's POV)
Hael was staring at me.
Not just a quick glance—a full-on, suspicious, soul-piercing stare.
I scowled, stabbing my fork into my food. "What?"
"You tell me," he said, chin resting on his hand. "You've been acting weird."
I rolled my eyes. "That's just my personality."
Hael snorted. "Nah. You're extra weird today."
I shoved another bite into my mouth, pretending not to hear him.
But he wasn't letting it go.
"Did something happen?" he pressed. "You seem… distracted."
I tensed.
Because, yeah.
Something did happen.
And that something had golden hair, a perfect reputation, and a way of getting under my skin that I hated.
But I wasn't about to tell Hael that.
So I shrugged. "Nothing happened."
Hael narrowed his eyes. "Liar."
I smirked. "How would you know?"
"Because you suck at lying."
I scoffed, leaning back in my chair. "And you're nosy."
"And you're avoiding the question," he shot back.
I grabbed my drink, taking a long sip, hoping he'd drop it.
But he didn't.
Instead, he grinned. "It's about Astria, isn't it?"
I nearly choked.
Hael Puts the Pieces Together
I coughed, setting my drink down a little too hard. "What?"
Hael shrugged. "It makes sense. You keep running into her. And now, suddenly, you're acting all weird."
I scoffed. "You're imagining things."
"Am I?" He raised a brow. "Because you just panicked when I said her name."
Damn it.
I forced a lazy smirk. "Please. I don't panic."
Hael laughed. "Right. And I'm the Pope."
I rolled my eyes, but Hael was still watching me.
Still reading me.
I hated that he knew me this well.
"So," he said, voice teasing, "did something happen with you and Little Miss Perfect?"
I scowled. "No."
"Then why are you so defensive?"
I clicked my tongue. "Maybe because you won't shut up about it."
Hael just smirked. "Alright, alright. I'll let it go… for now."
I sighed in relief.
But then he added, "But if you start staring at her across the room like a lovesick idiot,I'm calling you out."
I threw a fry at him.
He dodged, laughing.
And despite myself…
I smiled.
Meanwhile…(Astria's POV)
I needed to focus.
I needed to forget.
So, of course, the first thing I saw when I entered class—
Was Morana.
Laughing.
With someone else.
My stomach twisted before I could stop it.
Because she looked different.
Relaxed. Happy.
And I hated that I wasn't the reason.