Sydney

I walked back out of Lakeview High that day with trembling legs and slid into the back seat of Maeve’s car, listening to her recite her shopping list like I genuinely cared what flavor of beauty face mask we bought at the mall.

Anything to keep her from figuring out I actually hadn’t forgotten a pen, or whatever I’d told her I’d left behind.

But I’d gone back to look for Tyler Sinclair. Because whatever was wrong with me wouldn’t shut up about the gym assembly.

And there he was, lying on the gym floor. His hand trembling like it’d fall off the longer he kept pretending nothing was...