Not at him, though. Weirdly.
But at her.
Tasha.
Because even though we were under the same roof and technically still best friends and technically still breathing the same air, we hadn’t really talked. Like at all. Not one real conversation. Just a few awkward good mornings and a couple of fake laughs when we passed each other in the hallway like ghosts who used to be real.
And yeah, Marcus was gone. Disappeared.
But honestly?
That was their business. Not mine.
I was busy.
Busy letting Damon f**k the heartbreak out of me, busy pretending I didn’t care, busy licking my wounds in private while pretending I was over it. I wasn’t. Not fully. But I could fake it better than anyone. And besides, school was starting tomorrow.
Yup.
Summer was officially over. The sun had packed its bags,
