I'm just a plain girl. I barely have friends, everyone hates me, I'm nothing special. Not like them.
"Do I really even deserve all of you?"
I didn't realize that I had asked that question out loud for a moment. My face flushed, and everyone in the room paused. All eyes fell on me. I looked at my hands in my lap.
Why did I say that?
My god, that was so embarrassing. How are they even supposed to actually answer that? I don't want them to just say things to make me feel better, but I also kind of want to know.
"You don't feel like you deserve us all?" Milo asked softly.
I shook my head, but refused to look up at them.
Someone put their fingers under my chin and lifted my face up. I met my favorite pair of hazel eyes. Oliver's eyes bore into mine, making me feel lost.
"Why do you f
