Bab 97: Boy Drama (II)

Jason POV:

Call me an overbearing buffoon if you want—but damn it, I was mad. Mad and jealous.

I know, I know. I promised myself I'd be better, more composed, less... whatever this was. That's why I stayed quiet, kept my mouth shut, and clenched my jaw like my life depended on it. But inside? I was a damn volcano, ready to blow. So much for the progress I thought I'd made last night.

Just when I thought I had a shot—when it felt like Ella and I were finally on the same wavelength, like we'd reached some unspoken mutual understanding—Dylan swooped in and upended everything. Stupid, smug Dylan. Of course he'd up his game. Of course.

And then there was this. The library thing.