Mariah

I didn’t think I was the jealous type.

Confident? Yes. Loud? Absolutely. Secure enough to flirt without overthinking every blink? That was basically my brand.

But apparently, nothing tests your emotional stability quite like watching your sort-of-boyfriend get crowned Homecoming King and suddenly become public property.

I spotted Jackson the second I walked into the hallway.

Which wasn’t hard.

He was surrounded.

Again.

Girls laughed too loudly at whatever ...