Caleb’s glare stayed locked on him. Around us, the crowd murmured, their phones still pointed at the scene like this was the entertainment of the night. The weight of their stares pressed down on me like a vice. My face burned with humiliation, my chest tight with anger.
I looked at them both—Logan with his shirt rumpled and a bruise forming on his jaw, Caleb breathing heavily, his lip split.
My frustration spilling over. “What is wrong with you? You’re both acting like idiots!”
“Emma, I—” Caleb started, but I held up a hand to stop him.
“Don’t! I don’t want to hear anything.” My voice and hands were shaking. “Do you think this is a game? Do you have any idea what this does to me?”
Logan opened his mouth to speak, but I shot him a warning look too.
“I can’t believe this,” I said, more to myself than to either of them. “You’ve both turned my life into some kind of spectacle.”
Caleb stepped forward, his hands raised in a weak attempt to calm me. “Emma, wait—”
“No!” I yelled. “You don’t get to explain. Not after I walked in on you and Vanessa.”
His face twisted with guilt, but he didn’t deny it. “It’s not what you think.”
“Save it. You kissed her. Or she kissed you. It doesn’t matter. You didn’t stop her.”
Logan’s jaw tightened, and he took a step closer. “Emma, Caleb’s—”
“And you,” I said, rounding on him. “You think fighting Caleb is going to fix this? All you’ve done is make my life even harder. Now everyone’s got a front-row seat to this disaster, and it’s all because neither of you can think beyond your own egos. You’re so caught up in your stupid rivalry that you don’t even care how this makes me look. How it feels to be in the middle of it.”
Logan opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. The hallway was silent, the spectators waiting for the next explosion.
But there wasn’t.
I shook my head, my eyes stinging. “You’re both unbelievable.”
Without another word, I turned and walked away, ignoring the stares and whispers as I pushed through the crowd.