Emma…
I hate her, I think as I storm to my room. She’s a—My throat tightens as the image of Molly’s lips on Chance’s. I hate … I hate… “Grrr,” I yell as I wipe the wetness from my face. He is not my—not my anything … so why am I crying?
Turning the handle to my room, I head toward the bathroom. Bed. I’m tired and need to go to bed. My heart swells with pain. Of course he would want her … she is beautiful.
I start the shower and hop into the hot spray. A hundred thoughts run through my mind at once. What is going on with my emotions…? I hate her… I don’t ever have a chance against her, she’s so beautiful … but the way she looked at Rick … but she clearly wants Chance—and Chance wants her…
I sink to the floor and pull my knees to my chest—hugging them. My chest quakes as I let everything
