Noah

I can’t get the look on her face out of my head.

Jessa.

The way her eyes went wide, glassy with unshed tears. The way her lips trembled when she turned and walked away from me in the hall like I was the worst person alive.

And maybe I am.

At least to her.

I keep replaying the moment over and over, like some kind of punishment.

I see myself laughing at the football table, smirking like an idiot while Daniel and the others cracked jokes about kissing her.

I hate it.

I ...