Mia
I was shocked when his eyes suddenly softened at me, gazing at me with affection unlike the cold ones staring back at me a while ago.
"What?" I asked, tired of all the confusing emotions that they wrought in me.
I wondered if they had a particular gift for that. Making people like them and hate them at the same time. I wasn't confessing to liking them, I was just annoyed. After all, what was there to like in them?
I would be a fool if I ended up liking the boys who had bullied me and treated me like I wasn't worth s**t.
His eyes gleamed with amusement. "Are you still angry?"
"Don't I have the right to be?"
"It happened years ago, Mia." He said as if I didn't know. "You should have moved on. We have."
I snorted. "Easy for you to say."
Easy for them to do. I was the one bullied,
