It had been two weeks since Jesse died, and it still hurt just as much as the day that Chase told me about the accident. I know I didn't know him for long, but we had such a strong connection. I’d even been dreaming of a future with him. Then he died…how could the universe be so cruel?
The girls at the Sorority were getting annoyed with my moping, and I even heard one say that I had no right to grieve for a guy that I'd only known for a few days. To be honest, I agreed with her entirely, but I couldn't help how I felt.
Payton dragged me out of the house and made sure I went to most of my classes, but no matter how much I tried, I just couldn't focus. My dad didn’t understand my grief either, so I spoke to my mom a lot, and she listened and offered advice. She was just fantastic in ever
