BROKEN HART
A chorus of murmurs broke out against the crowded dance floor of the gym, and Nova wasn't naive enough to think they were talking about something other than her.
"I'm going to kill him," Addy swore, her tone furious. "I'm going to find this bastard, rip his head off and put it on a goddamned stick."
"Amen to that," Tyler muttered, sounding completely unimpressed with the flyers, and looking sour. "What kind of asshole move is this?"
Nova couldn't speak.
She felt like she was wrapped in wool, or something else that was thick enough to suffocate her, to muffle the harsh whispers and condescending giggles while she tried to make her lungs function.
Please. This couldn't be happening.
"...whilst my heart does cartwheels," someone nearby was r
