RYDER
Deep down, there's a part of me that feels bad for what I did to the Ortega guy.
But this part isn't big enough to make me regret what I've done.
I can't help it. Even now, when I recall how close she was to him and how their foreheads almost touched whenever he said something to her, I see red.
I know I should focus on my own f*****g life. Aria Murdock has distracted me to the point of destruction. I lost the important game on Friday because of her. My father's disappointed in my performance because I could've cost the pack a lot.
In fact, this second chance we're getting is goddess-sent—I can't mess it up.
As we head toward the dorm on foot, the silence is suffocating. I've completely lost all sense of shame and embarrassment. The guys didn't know the Ortega guy had anyt
