Riaya's POV
It had been three months since Angel kissed me. Three long, torturous months, and now we were on the brink of school break. I should have been relieved, but all I could feel was an ache in my chest that wouldn't go away. That kiss, the one that made my body react in ways I wish it hadn't, had changed everything. And not in the way I hoped.
Angel? He acted like I didn’t exist, like I didn’t matter. In fact, he’d gone out of his way to make it clear how little I meant to him, parading around with Kaya as if she were the only girl in the world. He'd grab her, touch her, make out with her in front of everyone. But what cut deeper than any of that was the way he’d look at me while he did it. His eyes would flicker over to mine, as if checking to see if I was watching, seeing if I
