“Whatever, Chad. I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” I tell him. I wanted to come here to get some fresh air and maybe get my head in the right place, but for some stupid and immature reason, I can’t. I can’t stay here anymore. I can’t face Spencer. And I can’t pretend I’m okay, facing everyone and smiling at the guests when all I want is to be alone.
But I also can’t go now. It would make people talk. Not that I care, but again, this is an important moment for Spencer. If this was me when we were dating back in high school, I just know I’d have been home by now, too hot headed to continue to be here. I wouldn’t have cared about him. I would have just been selfish and thought about myself. But I’m different now, or at least I want to believe I am.
Sure, I won’t pretend this didn’t ha
