Isabel's POV
"You want me to stay after everything?" My voice was only a quivered whisper, but it was enough to shrink an entire room; my chest seemed to have all the air sucked out of it, and I couldn't hold those tears back anymore.
Isabel, please," Jaxon said, his voice low and desperate. He reached for my arm, but I stepped back before he could touch me. "This isn't how it looks. Just let me explain.
I let out a hollow laugh as I shook my head. "Explain? What's left to explain, Jaxon? Kara just told everyone you knew about the photos-knew about them and didn't bother telling me. How am I supposed to trust you now?"
His face twisted with something I couldn't quite name-regret, maybe, or anger, or some mix of the two. But I didn't care. Not anymore.
"You have to believe me," he said
