Esme's POV
I entered the closest bathroom and locked the door, I then paced the floor. Why was this bothering me? He was a thing of the past, my ex-boyfriend. I shouldn't care that he got Rachel pregnant, or marked her.
I placed my hand over my racing heart, was it only racing because it was hurt and broken due to the news? I wasn't sure anymore how I felt about anyone or anything anymore.
I took a few deep breaths, reminded myself that he wasn't worth being upset over anymore, plastered a smile on my face, even though it was a forced one. Rachel cam to me for help, I shouldn't have ran away so quickly.
Grabbing the door handle I felt my heart squeeze at the thought I just had, is that how it was for him when he felt the need to treat my feelings like nothing? I really hope not because
