I f*cking hate you

WADE’S POV If there was anything I hated, it was this. I hated when people made decisions based on influence. There was a high chance that Leslie had chosen Berkley because of my Dad. Worse if she made the choice because of me. It was the school he’d gone to and it was the school I was going to. I didn’t want her making a decision that would determine the rest of her life because of any of us. “That's amazing, Leslie! I'm still trying to figure out where I'll go. It's so cool that you've made your choice,” Adrian said. I can't tell if he's angry but for a totally different reason. I don't really care about him. I care about her. I gripped my fork tightly. “You did?” I asked, my eyes narrowing at her. Leslie adjusted the sleeve of her shirt, as if it was far more important than the question that I'd just asked her. “Well, yes. I think Berkeley will be really good for me,” she replied, her eyes jamming mine from across the table. It’s not a good enough answer for me. I stood to my feet,