Jasmine
I slammed the studio door behind me and stormed down the street. The argument kept replaying in my head, no matter how hard I tried to push it away.
What exactly had I done wrong? All I wanted was to ask him about it.
Was that such a crime?
I hadn’t accused him of anything. I hadn’t judged him. If anything, I’d wanted to hear his side instead of blindly believing the rumors like everyone else seemed to.
Yet he’d exploded just like that.
I kicked a small stone out of my path and scowled.
God, he was such an asshole.
The rest of my walk home was spent mentally cursing Davin Jackson and every terrible decision that had somehow led me to him.
If I’d never gone to that club that night, none of this would’ve happened.
No arrangement. No ridiculous sessions.
Nothing.
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