Only Mostly Devastated

by Sophie Gonzales

Will was staring at me with a funny little smile. “Nothing. It’s cute how passionate you get about music. I feel like you could convince Bach all he was missing was some heavy bass guitar.” “I really like music, I guess. So sue me.” “Yeah, well, I really like you. So sue me.”

“Be careful,” I said instead. “Someone might see you in here alone with me. Who knows what they’d think.” Will shrugged one shoulder. “I doubt it. No one ever comes down here. We’ll be fine.” Wrong answer. My skin prickled cold again, and I returned to the guitar.

I grinned to myself and leaned against the car door. From the inside, Crista banged against the window with a closed fist. “Kind of.”

“Can I wear it?” I forced out. “No, you’re supposed to keep it in your pocket. Of course you wear it.”

He broke away, and didn’t even check to see who was looking. He just locked his eyes on me. “I love you,” he said.