Phil's POV
The girls were all over him and Chelsea—I scuffed my foot on the floor, glaring at the carpet, trying to think of all the reasons I was upset, trying not to hate myself for being the cause of the expression he wore in the bathroom just a bit ago. He looked . . . he was really upset.
Theo cried so much just yesterday.
That was yesterday.
And now here I was giving him s**t over something that’s not his fault.
It’s not his fault he’s popular.
It’s not wrong of him to enjoy being close to his childhood crush.
And I . . . I left him there.
I thought—I guess I thought he’d probably choose to leave with Chelsea and I didn’t want to know. I don’t want to know. My chest hurt as I thought about her arms around his, how good they looked together. I k
