Kelly
I look for my phone. I can't be late. But when I find it under my knee and flip it over, the clock says I've got half an hour to get home, so I relax—until I remember Dan's face last night, his words.
No matter what I do, Dan thinks lots of terrible things about me. And now I can't argue. Because the truth is, I did give it up for Crash. And he broke up with me the next day. I hate the idea of what he was going through then. But still, whatever we had wasn't enough to get us through that.
I suppose I should be glad a broken heart was the only consequence I paid.
"Stop it." Crash's voice is hard. Almost sharp.
I look at him. "What?"
"You've got that look on your face. You're hating yourself. Stop it. Don't hurt yourself. We can get through this—"
