MARRIED TO MR POPULAR
Cynthia tried to focus on her locker, anything to distract herself from the ache in her chest.
That’s when she heard it laughter. Familiar, low, and annoyingly confident.
She froze.
Xavier was there. Leaning against a wall near the courtyard, surrounded by a few friends. And beside him a girl.
Tall, sleek, and effortlessly pretty. She was laughing at something he’d said, lightly touching his arm. Xavier didn’t pull away. If anything, he leaned closer, whispering something that made her giggle again.
Cynthia’s throat went dry.