–Alyssa–
I was mad at him all day.
Even after we confirmed with Dr. Greene that there's a possibility Lore isn't the father.
Teressa knew it herself. She didn't even know who the father was. But then Lore pulled out records—of course he did. He hacked Paul's phone, and there it was.
Proof of how wild she had been.
A short clip. Scandalous enough.
Paul and his frat boys.
I rolled my eyes at the memory, though a small part of me still felt sorry for the girl.
"Babe, come on," Lore sighed, still following behind me.
We skipped classes today. Nothing important was happening anyway.
We drove back to our apartment. Lore was swiping through his phone, probably checking something work-related. I changed clothes and started packing—my skincare, a few clothes, my projects—everything went neatly into my suitcase.
