CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
A TWIST
DEREK’S POV
I lean against the far wall, glass in hand, pretending to sip the punch while my eyes are glued to them. Him, grinning like he owns the world. Her, glowing in that stupid blue dress, laughing like she’s never had a care. And the worst part? She’s letting him. She’s letting Theo have her.
It shouldn’t feel like this. It’s prom. Just another high school dance. And yet, every fiber in me screams that it’s wrong. The sight of her smiling up at him, twirling in his arms, makes my chest tighten, my stomach twist.
The punch is spiked. I know it, and I drink it anyway, hoping it’ll dull the edge gnawing at my nerves. But it barely scratches the surface. Normally, I’m calm. Controlled. But tonight… tonight, I can’t even stand their laughter.
I hate her fo
