As I stepped back into the Halloween event, a wave of familiarity washed over me. The grand hall was buzzing with energy, illuminated by flickering lights and adorned with cobwebs and jack-o'-lanterns. Laughter and music intertwined as students scattered in every direction, some already intoxicated, while others were still reveling in the festivities.
Just as I was about to move forward, I spotted Julian, and my brows knitted together. Memories of the trouble he had caused me flashed through my mind, and I felt a mix of irritation and wariness.
He locked eyes with me and sauntered closer, amusement glinting in his gaze. "I guess you're tired of running," he stated, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk as his eyes narrowed playfully.
Frowning, I recalled our earlier encounter, the way it had turned sour. "Why did you message me from another number? I got into trouble," I mouthed, frustration lacing my words.
