EMMA's POV :

- - - - One Month Later - - - -

“Hey Em, what are you doing? What is that?”

I didn’t sit at our usual spot today for lunch because I was avoiding my friends. Yet, Tiff and Carrie always seemed to know how to find me. I was sitting in the empty gym bleachers, writing away in my notebook.

“Dear Ian—oh my gosh, you’re writing a love letter?” Carrie peeked at my notebook and gasped.

“Guys! Keep it down!” I hissed quickly and threw my gaze around, making sure no one was listening.

“And no, for your information, that’s not a love letter. That’s a...