Chapter 41

Joan’s POV

I didn’t like him; at least I shouldn’t, or maybe I didn’t put enough effort into liking him; he was good, right?, or used to be.

A lot of thoughts flooded my mind, like what if all this was a set-up to get back at me, or if he was playing mind games with Nita and I and somehow made me feel special, but he said he liked me, then what happened now?

Instantly, I felt bad for even thinking in that direction, because damn it, it hurts so much—way more than it should.

It's been a day, and he was already with my best friend. Like, that wasn’t enough; he rubbed it on my face because I wanted to break up with him, or I didn't give in to his obsessiveness.

Nita had been following me around all along, wanting to explain why all these shenanigans were happening. I could tell she felt bad, but I didn't hold any grudges against her. Rather, I feared what mind games he must be playing with her, and I should have told her what was going on in my life.

Even with all that, I still didn’t wa