Sabrina
I could still hear him calling my name. His voice had this half annoyed, half pleading tone he always used whenever I walked out on him first.
But this time, I didn't stop.
I didn't care.
I was too tired of arguing with him over one girl or the other.
And I was not about to do that again with Liv.
Even her name made something ugly coil in my chest.
I tossed it bag on the couch as I sat down and folded my arms.
I knew I was scowling and Zane never failed to tell me how bad I looked when I scowled.
My pulse thrummed fast from the argument and my throat was tight.
I wanted to scream.
Cry.
Disappear for a while, even.
I heard his footsteps before I saw him.
“Sabrina,” I turned away from him, unwilling to look at him as I fought back my tears.
He came to sit b
