Henry's POV 

Three weeks.

Three fucking weeks of no communication or touching. As selfish as it sounded, even after pushing her away countless times. I couldn't hide the fact that I missed her.

Bad.

The teasing.

The banters.

The bickering.

This wasn't like the usual fights we had, or the usual push and pull that'd end with us kissing and making up after a few hours or  days at most.

Rosie was serious about not wanting anything to do with me and she made that clear. At school, she wouldn't look my way, let alone talk to me.

At home, we were like two strangers.

She holed up in her...