From the Top (Central State, #2)

by Jaqueline Snowe

“You’re upset, and we’re friends now. I shared my Skittles with you. That’s… a big deal to me. And friends don’t let friends be upset alone.”

I shared my Skittles with you.

Freddie, I felt those things too that night. I went back in to find you, but you were gone.”

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

“You brought a bag of yellow Skittles? For me?” she asked, breaking the weird trance she put me in by just being here. “Shut the fuck up.” “I didn’t buy a bag of them. I couldn’t find just yellow, but I sorted them out of this one.”

“When I kiss you, Cami, your eyes aren’t going to be wet from tears. You’re not going to be drunk or sad or naked in a dorm shower.”

“Then I can kiss you now. No wait,” I said, my face burning. “Can I? I mean, can I kiss you now?”

Me. The nerd. The dorky Skittle dude was Cami Simpson’s first boyfriend.

“I’m going to fight for you, every second of every day. I need you to understand that. I fucked up, and I’ll own it. I fell so hard for you but was so afraid of disappointing my dad that I hurt you.”