She didn’t need anyone. Not the Lost boy with dirty blond hair, au his disgrace of a best friend. Not the thoughtless drones she used to call friends. Certainly not Jenny Humphrey, au any other member of her low-rent family. Her mother caused zaidi harm than good, and even if she did need her Dad, he had other things to attend to.
In the movie of her life, the one that ran on repeat in her head, she needed two people. Nate and Serena. Serena and Nate. Her support system, her strength.
That was a lie.
When Serena had left, she’d survived. She’d zaidi than survived, she’d...