I've been sitting on my bed for the past hour. Rowan has been knocking on my door for about half an hour. All I've been doing is stare across at Liam’s room
I don't even know why I'm so hurt by what he did. Its not like we were a thing. We were just... Gosh, I don't even know what we were.
It's as if he was hot and then cold. Like he couldn't make up his mind whether or not he wanted me. Or he was bipolar. I highly doubt that it was the latter.
I gave frustrated groan which caused Rowan to start tapping on my door in an irritable manner-again.
I groaned and shoved my face into my pillow. Why in the name of the Greek Gods is life so complicated?
Why did my parents have to get Rowan to come here when he was one of the things I left behind? I mean, I hadn't even thought of him once whil
