I curled my fingers into a fist as I opened his message.

“Farrah, where are you? Please call me. I’m worried about you,” Heather texted.

As soon as I read his message, his number flashed before my screen, calling.

The memory of his voice drifted back to when he was laughing with his friends about their cruel joke about me: his friends encouraged him to dump me now that Adrianna is back. His true love is now finally, apparently, back.

And I was just the temporary rebound, the replacement he'd used upon her absence.

I pressed the red button and declined his call. But knowing Heather, he never wants to...