Kristina's pov

This is ridiculous.

I shouldn't be thinking about him. I scrunched up my nose as I looked at myself in the mirror. Justin. I bit into my lower lip, shaking my head and wishing I could remove the sounds of his pleasure grunts beside my ear that day.

I ripped my eyes away from my reflection, ashamed.

Letting out a breath, I brush a comb down my hair and went to pick up my bag for school. However, as I hurl the strap over my shoulder, a surge of nausea crawled up ...