Chapter 29
Noah Gerald Sky
This Is Not A Game
My eyelids feel heavy. They droop as my body continues to move lazily and grumpily. I haven't had any decent sleeps since Gloss's accident. It has been a week. 7 days without Gloss waking up. 7 days without any good news. The news about Gloss being in an accident still roams around the school, and they continue to shoot me a hopeless look. Pity. Shame. They think it's my fault. It's true. It's my freaking fault.
The jocks have my back, supporting me if I ever fall down. When.
As I go to the cafeteria, all people go silent as soon as they see me walking to my friends. Beau blames me. Derek blames me. Kaila blames me. They all blame me. Except Ashton. Which pisses them. Ashton insisted on sitting with us. As usual, Beau shoots me a full of h
