°Amy’s POV°
I didn’t sleep much the night after thinking about Jeremy’s little “defense” in front of the whole school.
If you could even call it defending me.
Yes, he’d told them I was his girlfriend.
But I wasn’t, not anymore.
And even if my heart still stuttered when I thought about him, the video was burned into my head like a bad scar I couldn’t get rid of.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again.
Every time I opened them, I saw his face and wondered how many other girls he’d kissed, touched… made promises to.
By the time morning came, my head felt heavy and my chest tight.
When I got to school, I made sure to slip in through the side gate, no crowds, no lingering eyes.
If I could avoid Jeremy entirely, maybe I’d survive the day without my emotions ripping me apart.
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