(Serena)
I woke up late and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. My parents had listened to my apology, and they didn’t like what they heard. All I got back was my phone. Nothing else. No car, no money, no freedom. Just this stupid phone.
I sat on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My cheeks still burned thinking about the last time I saw Avery. She looked untouchable at school, walking through the hall with Elias and Jackson on one side and Luca on the other. Perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect life. And here I was, stuck.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she had looked at me when I tried to apologize. Not fear, not pity, just that calm, strong stare that told me she wasn’t scared of me at all. It made my chest tighten with anger.
I opened f*******: and searched for Avery’s pro
