More Than This (More Than, #1)

by Jay McLean

“I can’t stand girls like that.” Jake shakes his head. “I mean, what if Mikayla were my girl, and we’re on a date?” He quickly looks at me then faces Heidi. “I’m not saying we are . . . But it’s obvious we were kind of together. I mean, we walked up to the register together.” He shrugs. “I don’t know. It just seems disrespectful to Mikayla if, you know, she were my girl.”

He’s not the hearts-and-flowers kind of guy—he’s the heart-and-soul kind, and fuck if every girl would rather have that than the flowers.

And I think, for just a second, that maybe my heart can learn to love again.

“Why does he get to call you Kayla, and everyone else calls you Micky?” I shrug. “Because my family called me Kayla.”

It’s at this moment that I know. I don’t just think it anymore—I know it. I love this girl. I’m in love with this girl.

To have to be around the person you love, and not be able to love them, is the hardest thing to do.

I wish the world would leave me alone for just one minute, so I can gather the strength to get up and face it.

“Jake saw you at your worst. He was there when your life changed and your heart shattered. He was there to help you piece some of it back together. He’s seen it all, Micky. He’s seen you at your worst, and he still fell in love with you—like, truly the forever kind of love with you. And I’m sorry, because I think you’re making a mistake. Maybe you don’t need to be a complete person, or maybe you do. But maybe he’s it—maybe he’s the other half of you.”

“Your very first kiss with your prince will change your life. When your lips touch for the first time, the earth will feel like it has stopped moving, but at the same time the world around you spins. It’ll feel like fireworks in the night sky—a bright light in the darkness.

I just don’t think you should let bad people dictate whether you have a good life.