Lia
It’s been a week since the confrontation with Caden. A week of unnecessary stress and avoidance. As if his stupid, arrogant face doesn’t pop into my head every other minute, pissing me off all over again. I’m trying to focus on the play, on school, on anything other than him. It’s like his presence is everywhere, a looming shadow I can’t get rid of. That's when it happens, the notes start showing up The first one appears in my drama script. I’m flipping through the pages during rehearsal when a small piece of folded paper flutters out and lands on the floor. I glance around, making sure no one saw, before snatching it up.
You know you need help.
I’m offering it.
Stop being so damn stubborn.
The words make my blood boil and I crumble the paper until it turns into a tiny ball. I sh
