Ella
I keep walking forward without looking back, shaking my head in disgust. I absolutely cannot believe that finally, after all these years, I let my true feelings for Jessica emerge. She's incredibly shallow and irritating.
And George showing up like that? I bite my tongue in frustration.
We all get into the sports car together, the air thick with aggravation and exhaustion.
"Are you okay, Ella?" Jacob asks, turning his head partially to look at me. His earlier composure seems to be slowly unraveling. However, I don't believe this is because of George. I think it's because of me.
I nod my head, unsure what words to use in this instance. "I'm fine."
"I want to ask... were you scared? By your encounter with the two of them?"
I raise an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"
He shakes his hea
