(Scott's POV)
After successfully deleting Stefan's message, I carefully placed the phone back on the sofa before sinking into the couch. What I did was completely wrong, but jealousy consumed me. I want to rebuild my life with Allison, and Stefan feels like an obstacle in my reconciliation with her-especially since he's her fiancé.
"Here's your coffee," Allison's voice cut through my thoughts. I looked up at her and managed a nervous smile, guilt gnawing at me.
"Thanks, Allie."
"Don't thank me. Drink it and go home," she said, her tone sharp.
"Why do you want me to leave so quickly?"
"You're only here because of Liam, remember?"
"Can't we at least talk for a little while?" I asked, my voice low, almost pleading.
"Talk about what, exactly?" she shot back, crossing her arms over her
