I’m too awake, too jacked up. Peyton’s words keep running through my mind on an endless loop, so loud that my head feels like it’s vibrating. She’s with Asher. Her and Asher. Unwanted images flash behind my eyelids of them together, him touching her, kissing her. I pace the length of the bedroom, careful not to wake April, hands clenching into fists at my sides. I don’t know why I’m so bothered about this, why my heart feels like it’s about to explode inside my chest, why my stomach’s churning like I’m on a rollercoaster. I hate Asher. He’s a conceited asshole, a spoiled rich boy with zero
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