Willow
Why does the thought of my best friend being with Jack make me want to hurl something at the wall? Why does it feel like a sucker punch in the gut?
I don't understand what I'm feeling; is it jealousy? No, it can't be. I barely know Jack, so why would I feel this way?
Yes, he was nice to me, even going as far as defending me in front of Chase. Perhaps his actions have softened my heart, but to the point of jealousy?
“Will you help me?” Ava asks, ripping me out of my thoughts, and I blink, meeting her eyes as I try to mask my uneasiness.
“Y—you just said he isn't nice to anyone, so what makes you think he'd even give me the time of day?” I deadpan, and she frowns.
“For some reason you're an exception. Willow, didn't you see the way he smiled at you earlier today?” She asks, and
