Chapter 12: Earphones
- Kathrine Andrews: (Song of the Chapter: House Of Balloons by The Weeknd)
I stood in front of the group, my eyes locked on Glyndon. She was holding my earphones, and I could feel the rage building inside me.
I had to stay calm—just get my earphones back, and I could leave.
I didn't belong here, not in this cruel circus of people who lived for nothing more than mocking others.
"Glyndon," I said, my voice steady but barely containing the hurt, "can I have my earphones back? I came to the party just like you asked."
Glyndon just grinned, looking up at me with that smug, superior expression she always wore. "What's the rush, Kathrine? Aren't you having fun? Or are you finally realizing this party isn't for people like you? People like you belong in hell like all Fags."
I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sting of her words. "Yes, you are right, just give them back."
Alex, leaning against the wall beside her, chuckled darkly. "Why are you even bothering with these, Kathrine? Honestly, who the hell would want something that smells like desperation? You look pathetic, you know that? Like a stray dog begging for scraps. No wonder you hang out with women, no man could stand to look at you."
My heart clenched at his words. It was like a slap to the face, but I forced myself to remain calm.
