Nathan's POV
That feeling when you break up with someone—or at least, try to—tell them to stay away, that you're done, that you have to be done… but somehow, you're the one hurting the most?
Yeah.
That's the hell I was going through.
The teacher's voice droned on at the front of the classroom, something about the structure of persuasive essays, but it all sounded like static in my ears.
My focus?
It was three seats in front of me.
On my Hailee.
Her shoulders were stiff, her head slightly bowed like she was doing everything she could not to look back.
I'd spilled everything last night—my pain, my jealousy, the betrayal I felt. I said things I'd been holding back for days.
And still… here I was.
Watching her like a lovesick idiot.
Missing her like we'd been together for years instead of whatever this was.
And the worst part?
I didn't even hate her.
I wanted to.
