Taking a deep breath I fight not to cry. A boy who had only days before been asking me out on a date just treated me like a common w***e. And although I've come to terms with being Sly's Luna, including some of the more complex elements of our relationship, it still stings.
Part of me wants to chase after him and let him know that I'm not having s*x with Sly, but a bigger part of me wants to scream at him and call him a pig and a jerk.
There is nothing wrong or dirty about the things I've done with Sylvester. Hearing Thorne speak so harshly about hurts my heart while making me burn with anger. How dare he try to make me feel low!
"He's been a bit of an asshole lately," Hazel apologizes to him. "Come, Hawthorne will figure things out eventually," she frowns at the retreating form of her
