Hayley Davies Pov [patched] -

Weird. Not particular. Not sensitive. Just weird.

“Jake said you’d be here,” he says. “I need a book for my English paper. Something with… you know. Words.” hayley davies pov

“You’re in the wrong section,” I say, my voice quieter than I intended. “Romance is two aisles over.” ” I say

My name is Hayley Davies, and I have spent most of my life feeling like a supporting character in someone else’s story. You know the type: the dependable friend, the quiet sister, the girl who always hands you the correct pen during an exam. I don’t mind it, most days. There’s a safety in the shadows, a comfort in not being watched. the quiet sister