Chapter Seven

CHAPTER SEVEN

TROY’S POV

I wake up with a bad hangover in Heather’s house. On a couch. Alone. Then I remember the party last night.

“Hi handsome,” a voice says, stirring up more bad memories.

I look over to see Heather, awakening a deep fury within me.

“Why did you embarrass Kierra like that?” I ask.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” she says. “It’s not my fault she can’t handle her alcohol. She was drinking what everyone else had. We all were fine with it.”

“I know you well enough to know when you’re lying,” I say. “So just stop. Tell me the truth for once.”

She frowns.

“She humiliated me,” Heather says. “I had to get back at her. It’s really your fault for falling for her while you’re with me.”

And there it is: Heather’s bs.

“Who I fall for is not your choice to make,” I say.

“Yes, it is,” she says. “You decided that when we started dating. You chose wrong, so now I’m choosing for you.”