The following morning, Skyler once again hitched a ride back to campus with Zavier.
They arrived early, and the campus was buzzing with students strolling around, enjoying the crisp morning air. As Skyler walked past, she noticed people staring and whispering behind her back.
Pulling out her phone, she switched on the camera to check her reflection. Her face was clean—no food stains or smudged makeup. So, what was with all the looks?
Confused but not overly concerned, Skyler shrugged it off. She hadn't been to class in days, and since her morning was free, she decided to head back to her dorm to catch up on some reading.
However, no sooner had she stepped through the door than she caught Emma and Amanda deep in the throes of the latest gossip.
On seeing Skyler, they both swiveled around, fixing her with inquisitive stares. "Skyler, you sure know how to keep your lips sealed. We've been roomies for months, and we had to hear about your little secret from someone else?" Emma chided.d2
Skyler was genuinely puzzled. "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, don't play dumb with us," Emma continued, "Are we not your friends?"
"I really have no idea what you're referring to," Skyler protested.
Amanda whipped out her phone and flashed a picture in Skyler's face. "Take a look for yourself."
Skyler peered at the screen and saw a photo from Samuel's funeral—it was her standing right next to Zavier, close enough for anyone to sense that their relationship was far from superficial.
Her cover was blown, and there was no use pretending anymore.
"Spill it, Sky," Emma demanded. "No more secrets."
"It's not what you think," Skyler tried to explain.
But Amanda cut her off, "You're right next to him in the photo, standing by his side like you're already family. That's as good as a confirmation."
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