When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)

by Lindsey Iler

way to my classes on these damn crutches. Navigating my house is bad enough. The hard cast clunks on the floor. My goal is the kitchen. I hop down the hall on my good foot and nearly bang my head on the wall. The cool drywall stops my descent. Thankfully, Dad catches me before I have to make a repeat visit to the E.R. I’ve seen enough of those white walls to last me a few years. “Take it easy. No one’s expecting you to run a marathon anytime soon, kiddo,” my dad jokes, laughing at his attempted humor. “Hilarious, dad, and I know that. I’d just like to be able to make it through the hallways on Monday.” While he grabs the crutches from my room, I lean against the wall, looking over the family photos. Braces. Eighties hair-band curls. Zits. Diapers. No one but Violet will ever see them. It’s one of the perks of being a nobody. I don’t have to worry about pictures of the awkward stages I went through. “You get that stubbornness from your mother. You should really think about taking a few extra days off, but knowing you, you’ve already made up your mind. Am I right?” He smiles, handing over my crutches. He knows me too well. “I have, and I’ll be back in school come Monday,” I explain. Forgetting why I left the comfort of my bed, I hobble back to my room. “Has anyone called for me?” I’m wishing the universe would be on my side for once. “Actually, yes.” “Who?” I sound eager, too eager. Even I hear the hope in my voice. He notices, too. “Expecting a phone call, I take it?” His e...