Gossip, Jealousy, and an Omelet
POV Adam
That question had caught me completely off guard. Never in my life had I stopped to think about why I did all those things to the Weys girl. I dug deep into my thoughts, searching for some reason she might have annoyed me, some justification for my constant teasing, but there was nothing. A wave of unease hit me. Amber was right—I needed a better answer than just I don't know.
I'd seen her pull up in that i***t's car, and it filled me with rage. I could watch them clearly from the window as he brushed her precious hair behind her ear—he was about to kiss her. No way was I letting that happen. I immediately warned my friend, and we stormed outside just in time to interrupt the make-out session they were about to stage.
"You can't be dat
