Alaina's POV
"Michael!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the hallway, bouncing off the walls. I had followed Michael, and now, I had seen what I shouldn't have. It felt as if I was punched in the gut, all the air knocked out of me.
Zoey's head snapped up; a triumphant smile began to spread across her face like a slow-moving bloodstain on white clothes. "Ah, you are here," she said, her voice dripping with malice.
Zoey and Michael were kissing!
Micheal quickly disentangled himself from Zoey's grasp, his eyes locked on mine, pleading for understanding. "Alaina, it's not what you think," he said, his voice low and urgent, but I couldn't process what I was seeing.
