“Pop—”

But I kept running.

I needed to get away. Far, far away where I could puke my broken bloody heart up without everyone watching.

Stumbling into the house, I pushed people out of the way as I hurried down the hall in search of the bathroom.

He was kissing her.

Zara.

The one girl I despised more than anything.

Why?

Why would he ever do that?

Because he doesn’t feel the same. The words clanged through me as I reached the bathroom just in time to crash through the door and drop to my knees, dry heaving into the bowl.

Years.

I’d waited years to finally confess to Aaron how I felt…

Only to find him kissing another girl.