Chapter 8: A Change of Heart

Several hours after getting home and knocking out my chores, I decided to just lay on my bed and listen to my sad playlist. It always helped me work through my feelings. I believed that if you were sad, you needed to cry it out. It usually helped me from breaking down randomly.

The more I listened to music, the angrier I became. So what if Chase embarrassed me today? I shouldn’t be embarrassed that my thoughts and feelings were violated. Chase served as the intruder to my personal life. That shouldn’t make me sad. It should make me angry as hell.

All of my homework was done. Mom was out with some girlfriends from work, which shocked me, but that just meant I had the whole house to myself to mope and be as angry as I pleased. I ran downstairs to grab some ice cream from the freezer. When I got back up, I saw there was a notification from Messenger from the fake account.

“Hey, sexy,” it read.