Courtney stood near the lockers, arms crossed, heart pounding. She had seen the texts—flirty messages Duncan had sent to another girl.

Duncan leaned against the lockers, arms crossed, his usual smirk faltering. "Court, listen—it's not what you think."

Courtney scoffed, gripping her phone. "Not what I think? Duncan, I read the messages. You called her ‘babe.’ You told her you missed her." Her voice cracked, but she held firm.

Duncan ran a hand through his hair, frustration flashing in his eyes. "It didn’t mean anything. It was just—"

"Just what? A joke? A mistake?" She took a step back. "I trusted you, Duncan. I thought we were—" She swallowed the lump in her throat.

He sighed, guilt settling in his features. "I messed up. But, Courtney, I swear, it didn’t mean anything."

Tears burned in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "Well, it meant something to me." Her voice was barely above a whisper, yet it held finality.

Duncan reached for her hand, but she pulled away. "Courtney—"