Peach’s POV
Everyone’s attention was on Miss Thalia, but my hands were trembling. Michael was here, and I couldn't stop being scared.
Asher leaned closer, noticing my trembling hands. "Peach, are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
I forced a faint smile. "I'm fine, really. You shouldn’t worry about me."
Michael and I locked eyes, and I quickly looked away. Why the heck was he here? Why was he trying so hard to ruin me? He was the one who had rejected me and made me look like a fool. So why was he stalking my existence now?
Class finally ended, but I couldn’t recall a single thing I’d learned.
Asher stood up, his expression softening. "Let’s go have lunch together," he suggested.
Before I could respond, Michael approached us, his smirk infuriating. "Hey," he said
