TESSA.
Monday mornings were hell, but this one dragged worse than usual. I sat at my desk, doodling circles in the corner of my notebook, pretending to listen while the teacher went on and on. My mind wasn’t here. It was still replaying Friday night, Jaxson’s stupid smirk, the way he said I belonged to him like I was some toy he picked up off a shelf.
I shut that thought down fast. No. That was over. Whatever happened, it didn’t matter. I wasn’t his. I’d never be his.
When the bell rang, I shoved my books into my bag and spotted Nova waiting near my locker, her hair in two messy braids like she rolled out of bed five minutes ago.
“There you are,” she said, grinning. “Rough weekend?”
I gave her a look, shutting my locker. “You have no idea. Actually, yeah—you do. I need to stay away fr
