Noah

The second I stepped into the school parking lot Monday morning, my stomach felt like it was twisted into knots.

It wasn’t nerves about class or even football practice — it was her.

Jessa Lombardi.

The entire weekend had been one long, frustrating blur. Jackson was barely speaking to me after our blow-up on Saturday, and every time I thought about what Daniel had said to Jessa at the game, my blood boiled all over again. But right behind the anger was something even worse — ...