Lia
I can’t go to school. Not today. I told Mom I wasn’t feeling well, and for once, she actually bought it. Probably because I looked like I’d spent the entire night tossing and turning instead of getting any real sleep. Which I did. I spent hours staring at the ceiling, my brain replaying the moment over and over again until my skin felt like it was crawling. His mouth on mine. His fingers digging into my arm, so hard I almost expected bruises on my skin. I can’t believe that I didn’t push him away. That I couldn’t.
Why couldn’t I? It was like my body froze, like a lake during the harshest winter.
I hate him. I despise him. Caden is a nightmare disguised as a person. A bully who’s spent years trying to tear me down just for the sick thrill of it. So why can’t I stop thinking about him
