SWEET SPOT
I pulled my knees to my chest and cried harder, my whole body shaking.
I couldn’t believe it. The boy I’d been crushing on so hard… the one whose photos I stared at like a fool, the one who made my heart race every time he smiled… actually liked someone else. And not just anyone — Aida. Beautiful, confident, perfect Aida. Of course he would choose her. There was no competing with someone like that.
I slapped a hand against my chest, right over my stupid, aching heart. “I shouldn’t have even liked him at all,” I whispered angrily, hitting it again like I could punish it into stopping. “You’re so dumb. So, so dumb.”