Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

SHE DOESN’T GET over it.
I called. I texted. I even DM’d her Twitter. I almost crossed the tracks
yesterday, but I didn’t care to have her slam the door in my face in front of
her whole family.
I walk through school Monday morning, keeping my eyes peeled but
already knowing she’s not here. She didn’t show up to work out, she wasn’t
in the locker room, and if she didn’t want to talk to me all weekend, she
definitely won’t come back to school like I want her to.
My mom had asked about the dress yesterday, finally realizing she hadn’t
seen it in the house yet, but I’d forgotten about what Liv did to it. I told her
they had to take it in a little more. I lost weight, I lied.
I slide my school jacket off, my arms heavy and my head detached. The
past two days passed in a fog, and I’m going a little crazy. Even spending all
afternoon with Mrs. Gates yesterday hadn’t helped.
And holding off Callum is starting to become a problem. I know he’s
getting it somewhere else, and I couldn’t care less. I don’t love him, but what
if that’s not the reason I don’t care. What if I don’t care, because he’s not my
type.
What if no guy is my type?
I drift my eyes around me, stealing quick glances at the girls and boys
loitering in the hall. Seeing his smile. Her eyes. The way he wears his
clothes. Her legs. The way he fills out his shirt. What she looks like
underneath hers.
And I stop, my gaze lingering on Ava Young. What she looks like when