I push through the library doors. The second the cold air hits me, I take a deep, shuddering breath.
What the fuck was that?
I let him win.
I let him turn me into this. Some out-of-control, rage-fueled, pathetic version of myself. Jason might have fucked with my head, but I’m the one who just turned into a fucking spectacle.
The door swings open behind me, and I don’t have to turn to know who it is.
Tria sighs. “Jesus Christ, Faith.”
I let out a bitter laugh, rubbing my hands over my face. “Go ahead. Say it.”
She steps beside me, shoving her hands into her coat pockets. “Say what?”
“That I’m crazy. That I need to get my shit together. That I just made a massive fucking fool of myself over some guy who clearly wasn’t worth it.” I drop my hands, tilting my head back to stare at the sky. “Go ahead. I fucking deserve it.”
Tria snorts. “Are you kidding? That was the most badass thing I’ve ever fucking seen.”
I blink. “What?”
“Faith, you threw coffee at your not-so dead ex-boyfriend. That’s iconic. I mean, yeah, technically, you were unhinged.” She nudges me. “But you were just giving the universe a little karmic justice.”
I stare at her. “You are such a bad influence.”
She shrugs. “And yet, you’d be lost without me.”
I let out a laugh, shaking my head. “I’m heading back to my room. No fucking way I’m sitting through a lecture after that.”
Tria doesn’t even hesitate. “I got you covered.”
I shoot her a look. “You mean, you’ll forge notes?”
She grins. “Obviously.”
“God, I love you.”
“I know.” She winks.
I roll my eyes, but the corner of my mouth tugs up as I turn and head toward my dorm.
By the time I reach my room, I barely manage to toe off my shoes before collapsing onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Fuck today.
I groan and press the heels of my palms into my eyes.
Blindly, I reach for my phone, unlock it, and stare at my messages.
For some reason, my fingers hover over Zane’s contact.
It’s fucking stupid.
I type out a message.
Then delete it.
Then type it again.