Greta’s POV
I didn't want it to hurt. I didn't want my heart to hurt but it did hurt badly. I didn't want to cry, but it flowed down my cheeks, and I couldn't stop it.
Derek was just one person out of three. I should be okay with the two others, right? But I wasn't. It was not okay that he had the nerve to make out with another girl on the sitting room sofa when he had been showing me every sign that said he wanted me.
Derek had the nerve to make out with Nelly when I was in the same house. I wanted to run back downstairs and slap him hard in the face or kick him in the balls.
I angrily wiped the tears from my face, but they just wouldn't stop streaming down my face. I had heard shouts downstairs and almost went down to be sure that everyone was okay but my anger stopped me.
Derek
