Chapter Sixty Eight

JADE'S POV

The picture displayed on the screen of his phone looks foreign to me, like the girl in it, dressed only in her underwear, is not me and the boy looking surprised and unsure of being kissed is not Matt.

Yet, it looks exactly like Matt had explained it to me and whatever is happening now is exactly what he'd told me to expect because he has no idea who saw and how viscious they can get with that little, harmless info.

"They'll make it look bad, pancakes."

He'd told me that day, my small hand cradled in both of his big ones, his voice quiet and soothing.

"They'll make it look like you are two timing Caden and I even though that's exactly what he's doing with you and Lizzy snd getting away with it."

And I remember praying that it doesn't come to that because most of the girls here are vultures looking for unfortunate carcass to descend on.

I guess no one had been listening to me then and I wonder if anybody ever really is.

It'd be fair to know for a fact that someone is ur is