“You can do better than that, Lillian. Smile for your parents, we wouldn’t want them to think you’re upset.” He spoke just low enough for my parents not to hear. “I hate you. You’re a psycho, and soon enough I’m sure everyone will see it,” I ground out around a fake smile. “No, I don’t think they will. Most people aren’t that smart…I think it’ll be your cross to bear, and you don’t hate me yet. Not even close.” He leaned away and gave me a lopsided, handsome smile that would have stopped my heart if we’d never met before. Then he spoiled it. “And soon, you will.”
