Chapter 6

Scarlett’s POV

I liked William, but he was from Vegas, a person who didn’t belong to my city, my world, or my circle of friends. We were both distant, and I’m sure he doesn’t like me and I don’t like him, it was just a slip-up, one of those things that happen when your brother is having sex and you have a pretty girl in a room, one of those things that happen when you’re overwhelmed or when you feel the need to do something stupid. That’s what happened, and I needed to fix the situation as soon as possible.

If Olive found out what had happened, she would be angry, scream at me, and most likely call me a slut, and I wouldn’t deny it because that’s how things work between us. And I care less and less about it. I’ve gotten used to having everyone around me think I’m a slut or a whore or all the disgusting nicknames that come to mind. The silence in the house started to become uncomfortable, so I went up to Olive’s room to see what she was doing and found her looking