Immediately, a slew of message alerts rings out. Most of the numbers I don’t recognize, so I figure they’re reporters and ignore them. When I see that Liam’s tried to call me fifteen times, I grip the phone so hard, I almost crack the glass. I throw the phone onto the couch and head into the kitc...
"Okay, so, it turns out I can't do this." "What happened to 'I'm up for anything as long as you're there?" "That was when I was high on cheese omelet and safe on the ground. Now I'm fifteen thousand feet above sea level and sure to die." "That's not even a little true. We're only sixty feet up." ...
Two weeks without talking to him. Two weeks in which every glance has been furtive and fleeting. I can’t say his effect on me is lessening, but I’m certainly getting better at ignoring it. It’s only when I’m forced to look at him that my control wavers. When he stands in front of the class to per...
Walking beside him is both strange and familiar, with just a hint of impending doom—much like most of our time together. The cautious part of me is whispering that being with him is like wearing the world’s most comfortable pair of shoes that sometimes catapult you headfirst into a wall. It’s lik...