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Clint, my best friend for over a decade, looks atand hard on you both,” he reassures, like a good friend should
Though, I’m not sure if he means hard on me and Mom or me and Dad
My dad will be fine They practically beca at the same port but completely separate entities
Soether because of soht they owed me…or themselves…or the world
The truth is, Mo her chance to take her dance career to the next level
Resentment is corrosive It rotted away inside her until all that rery woman
She channeled all that poison intome into what she wanted for herself
“Make a wish,” Clint says, pointing up at a shooting star
We lay in the field at the back ofof crickets all around us, night ani awake in the woods at the border of our property
Clint’s hand nudgesI’ll take it, but I won’t No s for him, I don’t
If anything, he bores hts with him I only used to come out here to escape the sounds of mom’s death rattle
It would be easier if my heart wanted him—hell, even my body—but neither are drawn to him
“So, when do you think you’ll be back?”
Never
I tilthis features to keepcity
He’s handsome in a typical kind of way
His wavy blond hair casually falls over his forehead,it hard not to notice his pretty blue eyes with flecks of lighter shades throughout the irises
Playing lacrosse has given hiiddy over
He’s well-liked, popular, and could have any girl he chooses, but he’d rather hang out with me
I don’t see why he even likes me—I don’t even like me half the time
We don’t have a lot in common I dedicate most of my time to dance, and he just slots himself in my life wherever he can
He’s lived across the s we’re the real-life Dawson and Joey from Dawson’s Creek, a shoatched re-runs of with Mom while she slowly faded away
I’irl virgin waiting for him to notice me
He did notice me
The looks he thought were subtle, the brush of his hands against er toward anyone ould flirt with me
I’ve known for a long ti here, living the same life my mother did, cripples me with dread
Guilt Guilt Guilt filling me up
“Ally” He nudgesat him
Turning away, I say, “It’ll depend on if I get in” Set in
Sighing, he pulls at the blades of grass “You’ll get in You’re the best dancer I know, and they invited you, right?”