What the hell is wrong with me? And why am I letting Viola Fisher get in my damn head?When I return to the house, there’s a car in the driveway I don’t recognize. I know Viola had her last day of classes today, but her car is here too, so she must’ve come back with someone.
Grabbing my gym bag from the car, I head in and am surprised to see Viola on the couch with another guy. The corner of my lips tilt as I see what a scrawny little s**t he is.
“What’s up, V?” I ask in an overly friendly way, setting my bag on the table and grabbing the dude’s attention.
“We’re studying,” she says dryly, not even looking up at me. “Don’t get in the way.”
“You remember this is my house, right? I don’t have to go anywhere.”
my“I-We can study another time…” scrawny boy interrupts.
“No, we’re in the mid
