“What’s wrong?” I look away from him. “Nothing.” “Who’s in your locket?” he asks softly. I glance back at him and pop it open, and he leans in to study it. “Tyler?” I nod. “He’s all I have.” He tucks a strand of hair over my ear. “Yeah, I get it. It’s Dane for me.” “Catch them!” someone exclaims from the hallway.
horrible timng for such a seripus topic LOL
