CARISSA’S POV
I’m missing the party, but I don’t care. Not even a little. I can hear the music through the walls as I sit in the silence of my room. I sit on the edge of my bed, with tears streaming down my face, The taste of betrayal is bitter on my tongue. Amy’s words echo in my head, over and over, until I feel like I’m going to snap.
She’s too weird to be my friend.
The thought of it makes me sob even harder. I can still see her face, the way she laughed nervously and glanced at her new friends for approval. Amy. My Amy. The person I’ve trusted with everything. Denying me in front of a bunch of people I don’t even care about.
Growing up, I’ve been mocked and cast out because of my status as an omega. Amy was the only person who never treated me differently. What’s changed? Is she t
