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That’s what people do. They lie, cheat, and steal to take what’s yours. You can’t trust them.
That afternoon, hidden from the world, I felt a connection to the girl sitting across from me, even though our worlds couldn’t have been further apart. We sat in comfortable silence. I sketched her, and she watched. It was the first Parents’ Day I hadn’t hated.
I’d been wrong. We were completely different. Winter’s world and mine weren’t even in the same universe. Believing anything else was a waste of time, and not something I’d repeat.
Winter DeLaurie. Ice Queen. Cheerleader. Stuck-up brat. The girl I couldn’t stand. The one who wouldn’t leave my fucking head. For a year she’d haunted my mind, where she didn’t belong or fit. Where I didn’t want her. She wasn’t my type, not by a long shot, and yet, I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about her while I was in Colorado. She was hard to forget.
Cinnamon. Something clicked. I’d helped my mom make her sweet empanadas enough times to know what went in the apple filling. Was there even the slightest chance that the picky princess wasn’t as terrible as I’d imagined for the last year?
“I said I’m jealous. I don’t like seeing some other fucker’s number on you. I really don’t fucking like it, and it’s not happening again. You want to wear someone’s jersey, you wear mine.”
“You could be not okay with me. I don’t give a fuck,” he continued, and leaned in. His hot breath hit the top of my spine and moved along it. His lips traced silent words on my shoulder. “I don’t care if you’re crazy. I don’t care if you’re sane. It doesn’t matter to me. I’d play with you anyway.”
“Call our relationship a game one more goddamn time, and I’m going to write something on you again — but this time it’ll be my initials on your ass in tattoo ink.”
“It’s called a grapevine knot. Most commonly used in search-and-rescue missions. This knot means finding someone who’s lost and holding on to them and never letting go. Wherever you go, whatever you need…I’m with you.”
“There is nothing you could ever tell me to justify shutting me out. Nothing. Tell me you fucked someone — you sign his death warrant, but you don’t lie to me about it. Tell me you killed someone — I will make the fucking body disappear. Never try to tell me again that you don’t love me — because I will never fucking believe you. Our souls are two ropes that will never be unknotted. It’s too late, Winter.”
