I hurt her. More so than I ever realized I did. Sure, I’d shoved her into lockers, knocked her books down, but this—this—I didn’t know when I pushed her against the wall that I’d leave a scar.
I’m such an i***t. Would it help to know I’d caused her more pain? Probably not, but I needed to know. How would I make it up to
her if I didn’t know the extent of it?
I curled my fingers around my steering wheel, trying to block out the image of that night. I’d been so mean, so cruel, because seeing
her have fun brought me back to it all.
“Maverick,” Josie’s soft voice came from beside me. “I know you bullied me, but we both know you didn’t know that nail was there
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I slammed my fist against the steering wheel. The hot Louisiana air tried hard to suck the breath from my lungs. Even with
