Shay
I stared at the message from Bryce. First, I found it sweet, he asked about Ava. Bryson must have told him my friend fell. He said they talked, I gnawed at my bottom lip. There was no message from Bryson. He must be upset. I mean, I would probably be upset if I found out my best friend was fingering my date while on a date with her, if that’s what they talked about. Did he tell Bryson they f*cked in the club? God, if he did, he must think I’m loose and easy. Why did I care? It’s not like we were together. But I really liked Bryson, that instant connection we had and the kiss. It was mind-blowing.
I shook my head and decided to forget it. Obviously, Bryson didn’t want anything to do with me, not that I blamed him, and Bryce, well, it just couldn’t happen. The messiness of it
