Drasa’s POV
I stared at the message for what felt like three whole minutes, trying to make sense of what he was saying but I couldn’t.
Yesterday, he stood in front of his friend and called me a slut, and now he suddenly wants to act like a saint? For what? Is that supposed to erase the humiliation, the sting of his words, the way my chest had felt like it was being torn open in front of Kai?
He made it clear, painfully clear that he didn’t want me. So why is he now trying to come up with some petty excuse to smooth it over?
No. I’m not going to let him do that. He doesn’t get to hurt me and then rewrite the story like he’s the one who’s sorry.
With my mood boiling in anger, I slid off his messages and shoved my phone deep into my bag before storming out of the room.
I tried to let
