Xavier's temples throbbed in rhythm with his footsteps as he walked down the hallway. The buzz of whispers followed him like an annoying fly that wouldn't die no matter how many times you swatted at it.
"That's him," someone muttered.
"Can't believe he talked to Thalia like that."
"Who does he think he is?"
Two days. It had taken exactly two days since the gate for his name to spread across campus after what people were calling "the Sinclair Incident." All because Beppo couldn't keep his damn mouth shut about what happened in the GSC. The social media addict had posted a thirty-second clip of Xavier's exchange with Thalia, and now half the school thought he'd insulted her while the other half thought he was hitting on her.
Neither was true. Well, not entirely.
