For a few long moments, we just stood there staring at each other and I wanted to take back all the stupid things I’d said to Ashleigh. Because Jude was mine and I didn’t want anyone else to have him. Because that was the day I fell in love with Jude McCallister. Six days after my fifteenth birthday. The first time I got my period. The day he strode into the girls’ bathroom and came to my rescue by giving me his hoodie. “My mom’s here,” he said, breaking the spell I was under.
