I still looked the same, although a haggard version of myself with my dark rimmed, sunken eyes too swollen for makeup. Inside, I was hollow and broken. In the past few months, Owen had become everything to me. He was the first person I wanted to speak to every day, and the only person I confided in about Marc wanting to see me. I didn’t want to miss him, but I did. I ached for him, and it made me so damn angry. I ignored the urge to answer the ten text messages he sent and rejected all his phone calls in between. Just seeing his name flash across my screen cut me like a knife. Would it always hurt this much? Maybe not, but for the foreseeable future, I was a pissed off zombie going through the motions of my day. Today was our accounting class, and the first time I’d see him in two days. I arrived extra early to change from my usual seat next to Owen. I sat in the front next to Lisa, who, judging by the glare of disdain she threw in my direction when I dropped my books on the desk, wasn’t all that happy about it.
