Moxie's POV
The next morning, I tried not to think about how George had denied everything we had together. Just thinking about it hurt so much. I forced myself out of bed to get ready because I had to hang out with Vicky, Naomi and Maddox today.
I had my bag slung over my shoulder, one hand gripping the strap while the other checked my phone for the time, already running through everything I needed to do before meeting Vicky, Naomi, and Maddox.
The door opened just as I stepped into the hallway and I paused. I looked up and was surprised to see George standing there. For a second, nothing registered properly. I paused for a moment, wondering what he was doing here, looking like he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep.
Then I noticed his appearance. His hair was messy, like he had run his ha
