Nyla
I frowned at him, crossing my arms tighter over my chest. “Well, he told me you two had a fight because of me. Why would you even go and fight with him? I didn’t tell you he did anything to me.”
Garrett sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “But you were crying yesterday. You threw away the necklace. It really seemed like he was at fault. So I wanted to know what happened.”
I shook my head, feeling a fresh wave of embarrassment and frustration. “He didn’t do anything wrong.”
I paused, the words catching in my throat. Garrett waited, watching me closely.
“He just…” I sighed softly and looked down at my shoes. “I have feelings for your friend.”
His eyes widened. “What? What did you just say?”
I swallowed hard and forced the words out again, clearer this time. “I said I have feeli
