Haily pov.
I slam the door in his face. I walk to the bed and sit down. Now that he's gone I can't hold back the tears. How can he do that to me? If he really cared about me that much, he won't leave right away. With such a stupid excuse as pack stuff.
I try to call my aunt, but of course, she doesn't answer this late.
I let myself fall on the bed and finally, I fall asleep crying. The next morning I wake up with a terrible headache. When I look in the mirror I see big red eyes from crying. When I think about last night I almost start to cry again.
Come on Haily, it's just a boy, and it was just a date. Get yourself together! I say to myself.
I don't feel like going out at all. But I'll have to buy new stuff anyway. Thank god for online shopping and delivery service. I order some fo
