Love?
It was overrated. It was never in my dictionary again. Not after what my ex and my best friend did to me.
As I walked down the hallway, my mind went back to what Scott had told me.
His emerald eyes and pointed nose were shoved into my very face, asking me to be his girlfriend.
Fake girlfriend.
Who does that?
Like I was some cheap commodity he could just acquire because he wanted to feel special and probably have a chance in some football team I know nothing about.
My wolf giggled. I could feel she liked the offer. “Can you stop it?” I said "stupid" abruptly, like I was in a fight with my ex.
My hands were slightly clenched in anger.
I don't know why I was feeling this way. Was it because he wasn't really going to ask me to be his girlfriend, or was it because I expec
