He Loved My Fake Self Chapter 03

He Loved My Fake Self Chapter 03

I stopped.

Pathetic. I was so pathetic.

Two years I’d had a crush on him. Another full year of racking my brain for conversation topics every single day. Letting go wasn’t that easy.

If he asked me right now, I’d pull out my phone and show him everything.

“Clover.”

His voice shifted. Softer now. Almost coaxing.

He stepped closer.

“Jolene’s on her period. I got her some pads, but I forgot to have someone bring them up. Could you—”

“Fine.” I grabbed the bag and walked toward the dorm without looking back.

The last ember in my chest went cold.

Maybe Jolene was right.

If she hadn’t been the one to get his Facebook, Peyton never would’ve talked to me at all.