From the Top (Central State, #2)

by Jaqueline Snowe

I’m never anyone’s first choice, and I’m supposed to be happy being second?”

“No amount of time demands you have to put yourself in a situation that makes you unhappy,”

“I just want to be chosen first for once. You know? Between my parents, my friends, the team. My sister. I’m always the second choice. Always.”

“I know I hate that you’re sad. Hearing you cry is my least favorite thing in the world. I also know that you’ll get through this moment. Maybe it’s in a week, or two, or a month, or a year, but you won’t live in this ragey mess forever.”

“It would be a fucking honor to be with you, boyfriend label or not. I want to try this with you. All of it. The messy parts too because I have this deep feeling the good is really gonna outweigh the bad.” Like moving away… She nodded against me, still not looking up, but her body didn’t seem as tense anymore. “We’re a beautiful fucking mess.” “Maybe.” I grinned, even though she couldn’t see me. “We’re two of those weirdly shaped puzzle pieces that don’t fit the standard size or angle. You know what I’m talking about? The ones with the sharp triangle type shape?”