Amia
Levi and Liz turned from us and I watched as they walked back towards their booth in the back of the cafe. I let out a sigh and cracked my neck as I massaged my temple. I could feel Calum’s eyes on me, but I didn’t want to have to deal with him right now. I didn’t want to have to deal with any of this. My heart told me that I needed to run out after Dylan, even though my mind told me that I needed to wise up and pull myself together. I couldn’t help the inner turmoil inside of me, the need to beg him to forgive me, the hope he’ll wait for me outside. I wanted to cry.
It’s pathetic.
I’m pathetic.
“I don’t like Dylan,” Calum said.
“Surprise surprise,” I said sarcastically.
“Is this a joke to you? Do you not see a problem with the way he treated you? Goddess, just the way he talked
