Cara’s POV
“That ass!” I whispered when I got back home and to my room that night. I had cried for about ten minutes toward the end of my shift, and it felt like I was on my way to crying, again.
I had held in the tears back at work until the very last moment where I couldn’t, because of Jason Grey.
“That ass.” I muttered again, thinking back to his stupid question and the things he said. It might not sound like a big deal, but to me he was.
He didn’t care about me, or whether or not I had feelings, but suddenly he was interested in knowing if I was dating Daniel. Exactly what gave him that impression?
I didn’t know what to feel, whether anger or frustration, but it seemed like I was already feeling both.
Sighing, I dropped my bag on the floor and walked to the couch in the corne
