The following days were absolute agony; after all, James kept his word with a dedication that terrified me.
He escorted me to my classrooms, his hand possessively placed at the base of my spine, and we walked across campus talking about music or his projects while I forced myself to laugh and pretend to be the perfect girlfriend.
It didn’t take long for me to realize that James was the perfect guy, someone who gave me a peace I couldn’t describe; however, for me, this was a lie, but for him... for James, it was the beginning of a real relationship.
While he continued to believe this was that long-awaited opportunity, the real world collided with my charade. Thorne’s image passed before me again and again, torturing me with all its might.
I saw him at the end of the hallways, sometimes
