I thought nothing in the world was worse than suffering through Ashley and Peyton’s constant arguing, but I was wrong. Their lovey-dovey gooey eyes, coupled with Ashley’s hormonal outbursts, were the worst thing in the world. After a day and a half, I wanted to vomit, so I begged Troy to let me stay with him until the newness had worn off of their relationship—assuming it ever would.
Chapter Eighteen
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