Caden
The tires screech against the pavement as I tear out of the parking lot, the roar of the engine drowning everything else out. Good. I don’t need her voice echoing in my head, nagging and accusing like she’s got some kind of power over me. She doesn't and she never will.
She’s nothing but a pest. A desperate, delusional pest trying to cling to whatever scrap of attention she can get. That’s all it was—her little outburst in the parking lot. Just another attempt to paint me as the bad guy. Pathetic. I grip the steering wheel harder, my knuckles turning white. So what if she looked at me like I’d just ripped her heart out and stomped on it? That’s her problem, not mine.
The whole thing’s laughable, really. The way she tried to act all tough, confronting me like she actually thought s
