NO MORE FLINGS

DAWSON

Rick Taylor, my Beta, had suggested that I play nicer from hereon. Ditch my jerk attitude and try being polite and very gentlemanly.

All day, I've tried to stick to that advice. When Smith came at my face, accusing me of manipulating my friends and flings to come after Carla, I should have forgotten my fist on his face, but I held back my rage. As hard as it was, I walked away.

God, it was hard. But my decision to be a better guy was the only thing that kept me walking until I was out of the school building, into my car, and heading back to the apartment.

I couldn't linger around. The chaos in school had my nerves at an all-time high. I needed to cool off in my haven.

Hours later, I wanted nothing but to see Carla. Be sure she was alright. Tricia had pulled her hair and did a couple of shit. Had to see those things didn't leave lasting damage on her.

Also, I had to clarify what happened between Tricia and me. She had to know the real story and why Tricia was blaming her for