He steps closer. “Meanwhile, I could give you everything you want. I’m even remorseful about the things I did. You should be grateful for that.”
I scoff, shaking my head because apparently, I have the worst luck on earth. Or maybe there’s just an invisible sign on my forehead that says ‘Hit me up with your best bullshit.’
I lick my lips, take a steadying breath, and meet his eyes.
“I don’t know what makes you think you’re better than Braydon,” I start. “First of all, he wouldn’t barge into my space in the middle of campus to dump this garbage on me. He’s respectful, something you clearly skipped in life orientation, which already makes him a hundred times better than you.”
He blinks, his mouth twitching, but I’m not done.
“Second, you should seriously worry about yourself. Go read a b
