Noah's POV
I've barely seen Blake all day. I shouldn't have said what I said last night. I didn't mean it; I was just angry and wanted to hurt her like she hurt me when I saw her dancing with that guy. I woke up early to talk to Blake while she was getting ready for school, but she was already awake and leaving as I got up. She was wearing many layers of clothes, like before when I met her the second time to reject her while Tyler gave her a ride home from school. Thinking back on it, she used to wear many clothes when she first got here. But lately, she hasn't been wearing as many layers. But today, she wore more layers than I think I've ever seen. She wouldn't even talk to me this morning. I f****d up. I know that, but the least she can do is listen when I apologize to her. She's suppos
