I kicked the f*****g study desk so hard my toe exploded in pain.
“s**t! f**k! Motherfucker!”
I hissed through my teeth, tears pricking instantly, but I didn’t care.
I just wanted to hurt something that wasn’t me.
Plan ruined.
Grades unchanged.
Tomorrow I’m getting called out in front of the whole class—1.8 staring back at me like a middle finger from the projector screen while Ryder laughs his ass off and Emma gives me that fake-sympathetic head tilt.
I limped out of the study—leg throbbing, pride bleeding out faster than my toe—slammed my bedroom door so hard the frame rattled.
Flopped face-first onto the bed, skirt still bunched around my waist, thong soaked and useless from the whole under-the-desk fiasco.
I buried my face in the pillow and screamed into it—
Ever
