It's been a month. A month since he left you. He ended things with you, and he looked so - blank. He had no expression, just a blank face, staring down at you with cold eyes. As if it was a waste of time to worry about you.

You gave him your best, and this was the best he could do for you. You were heartbroken, you were stunned. You guys were fine with each other..

That break up messed you up. It took you weeks to recompose yourself.

You became a one-night fling for the popular jock, to distract yourself. And you woke up with hickeys with no way to cover them.

You went to school, not even 30 minutes in, you were suddenly pulled into a secluded spot by Aven. He had your head pinned in between his hands.

" Who was it. "

Shit, his voice was threatening.