Jules pov
It was eerily quiet now that Blaze and I were alone in the hallway. My heart was racing erratically and it felt like my heart was lodged in my throat.
The need to explain myself was pressing against my throat, it was nagging at every inch of my insides, but Blaze didn't look at me, and that made my heart shatter. He stared at Xander's closed door a moments longer before pulling away and heading for the other side of the hall, in the direction of our shared dorm.
He was still yet to spare me a glance or say a word to me, and somehow, that felt extremely worse than him outrightly asking me to explain myself and leaving me with no other option like he'd usually do.
I exhaled slowly and clutched my torn shirt together as I trailed after him, while silently accepting the fact that I was currently in a mess which I had created myself, because I'm just dumb and slow.
