CHAPTER 83

  I feel sick to my stomach to know even Jordan reduced me to some object to make remarks over. I never want to know if it had to be bad enough to send Tyler into a jealous meltdown of over-protectiveness so that he yelled at Elisa.

  “They were really saying things like that?” My voice breaks, lowering my tone, and all anger dissipates as, instead, a heavy hurt in my heart sets in. Forgetting all my reasons for being mad at these two for days as I am hit with something that swipes my legs from under me emotionally. A flicker of betrayal from boys I have gone to school with and grown up with for years. Boys I thought were different from Dane, and his crowd of ego maniac fuck boys.

  “Yeah, and some. Dane went off at one of them in DM’s, making him crazy angry. He threatened to come through and beat the shit out of Jordan, then Jordan blocked him. He was drunk and crazy pissed off, and then you two fought, and Dane went stellar that night.”