ROSIE
Sleep? How the hell could I sleep when Ashton had just dropped the biggest f*****g secret of the year?
I mean, I've known Ashton my entire life, nerdy, awkward, hot-as-hell Ashton. Yeah, he's always been like the hot nerd. He's brought a few girls around, dated girls with the same hair color as mine, don't even get me started on that mindfuck, and of course, I got roasted daily for being his best friend.
I wasn't social like him, not really. I was just... me. And yet, somehow, everyone babied me like I was still little Rosie. That young Rosie.
And of course, out of all the things I needed right now, it had to be seeking Xylus' help. His arms are always comforting and safe.
But how the hell do I even begin to tell him that I'm thinking about my best friend?
That Ashton is all ov
