~Harlow’s Point of View~
I nod at Jett as he again follows me to class. French class, no less. I stop in the doorway and see Luke’s seat empty, and it just hurts all over again.
The note of my nightmares still sits on the floor, half under my bed. I peeked at it poking out last night a hundred times but I couldn’t bring myself to read it. Finally, I cried myself to sleep and today my face more than shows it.
“Awe lover boy left you finally? He didn’t want a fat beached whale knocked up by someone else huh? You look like s**t. Good luck getting a male now,” Gigi states, passing me as she stares up and down my body.
I have no energy for her today, and the fact that she still doesn’t know who the father of my baby is. It absolutely pisses her off not to know, and that gives me a small b
