Onyx didn’t visit the next night, not that I’d expected him to. After a fight like that, I wasn’t expecting to see him for a while. Part of me wondered if I’d ever see him again. By second period on Friday, my mood had turned entirely sour. I felt terrible for what I’d said to Onyx, accusing him of screwing around. Even if he was, he had every right to. We never made anything official between us, and I was already becoming the way overly jealous crazy girlfriend that there was no way he’d want to put up with.
Matt tried to talk to me in class, passing me his usual too friendly smile and too eager hands as he continued to tap on my shoulder. “What?” I finally said, my voice cold as I spun to face him. He jumped back a little, startled by my harsh behaviour. I felt a little bad, but I real
