Good.
Maybe I’m not the only one bleeding.
For one horrible second, neither of us moves.
Too close.
Too angry.
Too in love to survive it properly.
Then heels click down the hallway behind him.
“Ghostttt.”
Tracy. The brunette from the bathroom fight.
Fucking fantastic.
She walks right up beside him with a smug little smile aimed directly at me.
And Hayden… he grabs her.
Just like that.
One arm wraps around her waist, pulling her flush against him while his eyes stay locked on mine the entire time.
It's deliberate. Cruel. Personal.
Tracy’s smirk widens immediately. “You coming?” she asks, but Hayden never looks away from me.
“Yeah.” His voice turns cold. “I'm coming.”
Then he leaves with her hanging all over him while I stand frozen beside my locker feeling like somebody just ripped my heart straight out of my chest in the middle of the hallway.
And the worst part?
I know this isn’t over.
Not even close.
Hayden
“Love The Way You Lie-Rihanna + Eminem”
The minute I exit the school doors, I shove Tracy and she falls straight into a bush with a shriek. “You wish, bitch.” I laugh over my shoulder while she screams for help.
I don’t stop walking. I just keep moving toward my bike with rage burning hot beneath my skin.
Because the truth is… I lied… Ophelia could never smell like another man. She only ever smells like coconut and sea salt. Like a summer night wrapped around my body beneath the stars.
Like home.
I’m just so fucking angry.
Angry she brought Brayden to our spot.
Angry that every time I look at her I still feel fifteen years old and hopelessly in love, and worst of all?
