Landon's P.O.V.
I swear. If this girl doesn't stop following me around I might just go insane. She's always there. Always. Whenever I come out of class. At lunch. Hell, today she showed up at my car. I knew how to get rid of her though. At least for a minute.
I ran a hand through my hair before walking into the school. I quickly found Vanessa and Bryson talking at their lockers, but no Aspen. A sharp pain resonated through my chest. I regretted not saying anything yesterday at lunch, but the look in Aspen's eyes, the pure, unfiltered rage caused me to pause. I was shocked, to be honest. I never expected her to look at someone with that much hatred. Whatever Sonia was going to say she didn't want anyone else knowing. I can't say I wasn't tempted to ask Sonia but I knew Aspen would hate me for it. And I couldn't live with that.
