Chapter 172

#39

Chloe is standing by the doorway with her hands resting on the straps of her bag and her eyes moving from the smeared blood on the floor straight to my face. Priya is right behind her, chewing on a piece of gum, her brow raised in that classic, investigative way she adopts whenever she smells drama.

“Find out what?” Chloe repeats, stepping further into the room. She looks at Emma, then at Elias, who is still leaning his weight against the row of lockers. “Wait, why does it look like a bomb went off in here? I think we saw Jason just ran past us in the hall with his face was covered in blood. What the hell happened?”

“It’s nothing,” I say quickly, my voice sounding far more collected than my racing mind actually feels. “Jason was being his usual obnoxious self. He didn’t know when to shut his mouth, so Elias had to remind him about personal space.”

“Okay…” Chloe says with a furrowed brow. She crosses her arms, her gaze lingering on Elias for a fraction of a s