ROSE'S POV
I stood in front of my mirror, brushing my hair for what felt like the hundredth time. My eyes were puffy but I had to pull myself together.
I dreaded going to school. It made me feel like I was stepping into a warzone. I pulled my hair into a loose ponytail, tying it with a black scrunchie before slipping into my favorite oversized sweater and jeans. The sweater was soft and comforting.
A soft knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts.
“Hey, Rose, you ready?” Taylor peeked his head through the doorway, a small smile on his lips. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed in that casual, cool way of his. “I can drop you off if you want.”
I looked at him, and as much as the offer tempted me, I shook my head. “Thanks, Tay, but I don’t want to be a bother. I’ll be fine
