Justin – POV
So.
She didn't tell anyone we weren't together anymore.
Huh. Cool.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to laugh or break something. Maybe both. Probably both. But I kept my face unreadable. That was always my specialty, wasn't it? The clean, cold mask. Just enough to keep the wolves guessing and the innocents from running.
She saw me.
Of course she did.
She looked right at me—that half-second flicker of disbelief in her eyes gave her away before she rearranged her face into that too-perfect smile. The one she used when she was covering something up. The one I'd seen before when she was still mine.
But she hadn't expected the ginger girl to yank her back and announce to the whole fucking hallway like it was a high school rom-com.
"JUNE! YOUR BOYFRIEND IS HERE!"
Cue spotlight. Cue the crowd.