Jax's P.O.V.
I told myself I wasn’t going to look for her this morning. Not in the kitchen, not at the front door, and definitely not in the halls at school. But as soon as I heard her footsteps on the stairs, my resolve shattered. I didn’t even turn around; I just tightened my grip on my backpack and acted like I didn’t care. Like it didn’t matter if she was still mad at me.
The truth was, it mattered more than I wanted to admit. But what was the point of trying? Every time we got close, every time I thought maybe we could make this impossible situation work, she pulled away. Last night was proof enough. She didn’t fight for us. She didn’t even try.
I replayed our argument over and over in my head, every word cutting deeper than it had when she first said it. We can’t keep pretending t
