Penelope’s POV (Psycho)

My lips quiver. I wipe my tears before they fall and sluggishly slip into my warm and quiet apartment, then slam the door shut. I don’t bother taking off my coat or boots; I just toss my car key in its tray and drag myself to my bedroom.

I’ve always liked Scott. From the very first day I met him, I was pulled to him and wanted to know him. But he’s always been way out of my league. Other than studying, he was the object of my focus until he transferred to ...