It was the first day back at school after the break, and the air was thick with tension. You walked through the hallways, your heart racing as you caught glimpses of familiar faces, but none made your heart race quite like Liam's. You could feel his eyes on you, burning with a mix of anger and something deeper that you couldn't quite place. Despite what you had done—cheating on him in the worst way possible—there was still a flicker of love in his gaze, even if he masked it with disdain. As you passed by him, you could sense the weight of his disappointment, his body language screaming that he hated you for what you did, yet there was an undeniable connection lingering in the air. Every moment felt like a reminder of the love you once shared, and as you took your seat in class

the teacher announced the project partners, your heart dropped when you heard Liam's name. "Seriously? Her? There's no way," he muttered, clearly frustrated. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, knowing he was forced to work with you. With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly took a seat next to you, the tension palpable. You exchanged awkward glances, each of you grappling with the unspoken emotions swirling around.