POV: Jessica Martinez
I had not been to school in two days. I told my mother I was sick, which was not entirely a lie. I had spent most of Tuesday in bed staring at the ceiling and most of Wednesday doing the same thing in different rooms of our house, moving from bed to couch to kitchen table like changing locations would change what I was feeling. It did not.
What I was feeling was something I did not have a clean word for. It sat below jealousy and above grief and had the particular quality of something that had been building for months and had finally found its shape. Liam Black had looked at Maya Carter the way he had never once looked at me.
I had been with Liam for eight months. Eight months of understanding exactly what that meant, not the version other girls at Millfield High u
