Lyell pov
The week went by slowly. I had heard about Alarick yelling at Alana on Monday and couldn’t help but feel slightly excited about that, but it just ended up stirring up more rumors about them. All throughout the week everywhere I went, I heard people talking about them. “I saw them holding hands so they must still be engaged.” Or “I saw her kiss his cheek.” Even in my damn classroom, I had to listen to it. It was grating on me making me angry and snap at people uncontrollably. Only Adaline understood me, but I avoided her as well mostly because I couldn’t stand to be mean to her unnecessarily, it wasn’t her fault I was a mess.
At the beginning of the days I would try to smile and hold my head up, telling myself I could do this, I was over him everything was okay. By the e
