Chapter 53
Grace/John Evans.
I looked at the bag in my hand. . . I can't keep this up, especially what happened a few minutes ago. I'll give him this back in school as John. . . I still can't register that I thought of Damon when I was about to kiss another guy. Why did I think about him? This isn't good. . . I need to get a grip on myself.
My thoughts and emotions are in a mess. I'm not able to focus on my work, I can't seem to find myself attracted to another guy and I don't want to admit my feelings for the guy I seem so attracted to. Why am I like this? Why do I need to be so damn complicated? And why can't I f*****g find my damn keys in my bag!
I was engrossed in finding keys in my bag when I felt a pair of eyes watching me. I turned around slowly and my breath hit
