Naomi's POV,
I sat in the passenger seat of Jason's car, legs curled up against my chest as I listened to the new song Carter was playing in his phone.
It had been nearly three hours since I came to sit in Jason's car with Carter, the digital clock in his car showed that it was nearly midnight and Jason was still inside the arena. I wanted to go in to see him, but the thought of seeing his blood covered and bruised body and the people stopped me.
"Halsey is a freaking goddess!" Carter exclaimed beside me, from the driver's seat. He was singing along, very badly but very happily. I wanted to tell him that his voice felt like a chalk was scraping against a smooth board but because he looked so happy and proud that he knew all the lyrics, I didn't.
Instead, I pressed my fingers into my ea
