Theo's POV
She stormed out of the cafeteria like a hurricane stuffed into a five-foot frame.
Hair bouncing, back straight, fists clenched. She didn't even look back.
And I? I couldn't stop looking.
Austin elbowed me with a mouth full of fries. "You've got that look again."
"What look?"
"The I-just-got-yelled-at-and-liked-it look."
I didn't answer. Mostly because he wasn't wrong.
The cafeteria was still buzzing — whispers, giggles, people glued to their screens watching us. Screenshots, TikToks, someone had even edited a slow-mo clip of me leaning in with that stupid "Look at me when I'm talking to you" line. I had lip rings and ego, and she had eyes like fire and cheeks like sunrise.
I should've been annoyed.
Instead, I was...
"Dude," Austin said, watching me with the raised brow of a man who's seen too much, "don't tell me you've actually caught feelings."
I rolled my tongue across my lip ring and leaned back in the chair, stretching one arm lazily behind me.
"She told me to stop smoking like an idiot," I said with a grin.
Austin blinked. "Okay… and?"
"I might've quit for less."
He dropped his fries.