Cara
The next morning I woke up with my phone blowing up. It was Ethan again, sending me memes about “rich boys who play for the other team.”
I laughed despite myself. Then I saw a text from Noah. He was sorry for the night before. He said he would call me later to talk. I stared at the message for a long time.
I typed back a simple “Okay.” and put the phone down. I did not know what to say. I did not know if I wanted to fight anymore or just walk away.
But one thing was clear in my mind. This was not how a real relationship was supposed to feel. I deserved to be touched, to be wanted, to be kissed like I mattered. And if Noah could not give me that, then maybe it was time to stop pretending.
I got up and went to the shower. The hot water felt good on my skin, but it did not wash awa
