I gulp in a deep breath of air, leaning back against my headboard. Am I really gonna confess? All of this would have been for nothing. John and Jadina will most likely hate me. It's just not fair. Who is this person and why are they doing this to me?

A single tear slips down my cheek, mingling with my foundation. I feel like hurling my phone across the room; like setting something on fire and watching the flames lick it out of existence.

I allow my phone to fall onto the bed. Better get some fresh air before I confess.