"Don't go after him, dummy," my subconscious mind yelled at me.

Maybe it's really wise not to follow him. Since he doesn’t want to tell me what's wrong, I shouldn't force it. Also, we just started talking again; I should act like I've been waiting for this moment. I shouldn't be a stupid bitch.

With those thoughts, I laid down on my bed, gathering all my notes so I could continue studying. But still, my mind kept drifting back to the moment Romeo and I shared. I couldn't stop thinking about him.

God, Romeo, what have you done to me?

"I’m looking good," I said to myself happily as I...