I shouldn’t be surprised that Ayla ditched me again.
However, I don’t seem too bothered at that. The day had pretty much gone by uneventful, much to my merriment.
I made a point to try and steer clear of Julian’s posse but that didn’t take too much effort since it looked like they took it upon themselves to steer clear of the ground I step on.
Last night still had my heart pumping with adrenaline, I’ve started to become cautious at the Pavlov brothers. But oddly enough, I don’t fear them. The stupid and idiotic part of me somehow still thinks that the boys I knew and grew up with were still in there, masked by the sheer hatred they feel after my betrayal.
I shake my head. No, I should stop thinking about the what if’s, it was easier to perceive them as dangerous so I would tread car
