ANTHONY’S POV
I couldn’t sleep.
My mind was occupied by thoughts I didn’t want to think of, and I was as uncomfortable as if they were squeezing me into a clown’s car lying on that couch.
I was still very much mad at Blake and I still very much hated him, but I wouldn’t lie, I wish I hadn’t gone off on him like that, maybe then I would have been able to take on his offer of sleeping on his bed.
He had the audacity to be mad me when he betrayed me twice. He waited for me to fall for his charm again, to let my guard down and think that he was on my side, just for him to out me. Again!
Thinking about his actions in the ninth grade and his actions now succeeded in driving away what little sleep I had left in me. I tossed and turned on that couch, boiling to a thousand degrees, mad at myse
