Blair's pov
I slammed my door and fell to the bed, burying my face into my sheets as tears flowed soaked them up.
"Why am I even crying?" I asked myself as I sniffled and rubbed my already reddened nose.
"It's not like I'm expected to be in a relationship whatsoever with him.." I said and went into the bathroom to wash my face and freshen up. The weather was cool because of last night's rain and I still felt a bit sore from playing in the rain.
After making sure my eyes didn't look like a thousand fire balls hit them, I went downstairs to try to keep my head and body busy enough to not think about what just happened.
"Are you alright, Blair?" Caleb asked immediately. I walked into the kitchen, and I nodded with a faint smile. I looked up at him, and then my eyes trailed off to Sinclair, who was standing by the fridge.