Bryce's POV
I have been typing furiously on the laptop with my initial determination not to give distraction a chance in my life. As soon as I finish with the work, I grin in satisfaction and applaud myself for taking control of my emotions once in three weeks.
My happiness is short-lived by the ringing sound of my phone. I stretch to take a peep as I save my work. This work is supposed to be done by Gabriella but she called in sick this morning and I had to challenge myself by doing it.
Ariel's name flashes across the screen and it gets me wondering what the hell is wrong with her. It's been three weeks since she broke things up with me.
I haven't gotten an answer yet as to the reason why she lied to my father that I broke things with her and not the other way round.
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