Fragile (Cedar Lakes University, #2)

by Meghan Hollie

I watch as he drops his head into the kiss, and my heart shatters for the millionth time in my life because the girl he’s kissing isn’t me.

Being in love with someone who is blissfully unaware... that’s a special kind of torture.

“Come on, I’m only staying here for, like, thirty minutes. My skin is already itching from all these people.”

But going home to an empty bed and waking up with no one...it’s lonely. And the thing is, I like my own company; I’m a hoot, but I just want to feel something different. Something other than longing.

Often, the answer to what we want and doing what’s right isn’t always the same.

I don’t know how to feel about actually going on a date. We talked about it, and it was all my idea, but actually knowing someone is interested, and it could happen, that’s scary.

“Newsflash: we're all weird. And if he doesn't appreciate your unique brand of weirdness, then he's not the right guy for you,”

Am I broken? I think I’m broken.

When you’re playing video games, it doesn’t matter if you’re sitting shoulder to shoulder, if you aren’t shouting at each other, it’s not as fun.