Zayde's Point of View
It's been four days, four days, that she has been avoiding me.
School started three days ago, giving her the perfect excuse. So here I was, leaning against my truck in front of the school, waiting for her to come out.
I glance at my watch, checking the time.
Five more minutes.
The bell rings and tension starts to coil in my stomach.
It doesn't take long before I see her walking out, laughing and talking to some guy. It takes me a minute to recognize him, but I realize it's the same guy she was dancing with at that party.
Jealousy surges through me when he reaches out, tugging a piece of hair behind her ear. She smiles at him and gives him a little wave as he walks away.
She makes her way to one of the benches, places her bag down and takes her phone from h
