Chapter 9 — The Other Girl

Her name was Ivy.

She was beautiful in a sharp, expensive way. Long legs. Red lips. Nails that could slice a throat.

I saw her talking to Chase by the bike racks.

He laughed. She touched his arm.

Something burned in my chest.

That night, I didn't talk to him.

He noticed. Of course he did.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You're quiet."

"Maybe I'm just tired."

He didn't push.

But later, I heard him slam the door to his room.