Hailey
I had attended the party instead of hiding in my room like Carly had suggested. I had proven that Nick hadn’t won and that I had nothing to hide. Somehow, I thought it would make me feel more victorious or that it would make me able to deal with it better.
It didn’t. I had hated every minute of it. I had run into Nick at the bar, walked away as I had told myself I would, and I had felt like crying since the moment I’d done it.
The whole night, I had avoided Nick so he wouldn’t think I was a stalker. I had shown him that my interest in him had been real, that our relationship had been a coincidence. I wasn’t sure he believed me.
On Monday morning, I accompanied Carly on her errands. She had to do a grocery run, return an item that didn’t fit well, and look for a pair of trainers
