Page 116 of Dear Love, I Hate You (Easton High 1)

Lacey.

My stealth must be out of this world because they still haven’t noticed me. They’re still going at it, completely clueless as to my presence, and frankly, I can’t decide if it’s a bad thing…

Or the big guy up there doing me a solid.

I might’ve been sneaky up until this point, but I don’t hesitate to slam the door as hard as I can on my way out. I hate myself for shedding these ridiculous tears. Hate my dumb, foolish heart for thinking a relationship based off my darkest secrets could ever become real.

And lastly…

More than anything,

I hate myself for thinking Xavier Emery actually cared.