ADRIAN POV.
It’s Monday and I was agitated. By now, I knew she would be trying to send a message but I needed to be ready. As I walked to her class, I saw Evelyn, kissing another man, her hands tangle in his hair, it was deep, passionate.
Back then, I know myself, I would have push the boy aways, punch him, make him bleed and pull her away. Then she would have slap me for holding her hand too tight, then burst cry, saying she didn’t know what happen and he was pestering her and she thought the kiss would keep him away.
I would have said it not her fault, he made her uncomfortable, wuld have taken her on a date, somewhere special, spend the night having s*x and she would tell me she always love me.
And for a moment, I just stood there, watching, not moving, not reacting. Because this
