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OLIVIA

The first thing I do when I wake up is pick up my phone. I remove the phone from do not disturb mode and go straight to my messages and calls.

My eyelids drop. No message from Aiden. At least, he would have texted to ask if I got home safe or try to explain whatever was going on with him last night. But no messages or calls from him. That says it all.

Before I went to sleep last night after I got home, I thought of everything. Maybe he didn't lie when he said he liked me. Maybe he really did like me. Maybe he really had a lot on his mind and was confused. I defended his actions in my mind. But now, I could tell that was not the case. Aiden Blacksmith didn't give a damn about me; he probably thought of me as just another random girl he decided to play with. But why? I thought he liked me. Was all of that for nothing?

I can feel tears pricking my eyes. I try to sniffle back the tears. I can't cry. I shouldn't cry over him. But the more I think about it, the more I can't he