Hostile

by Nicole Dykes

“You think two fucked-up people make a whole? They can’t. They just break each other more. I’ve seen it firsthand.”

I’m too forward with him. I know that. Normally, I’m cool and detached. People drift toward me, but that’s not going to happen with Rhett. I have to be the aggressor.

The one who makes every move, and something about that lights me on fire.

I feel challenged around him. Something I haven’t felt in a really, real...

My heart actually aches for him, and I’m starting to realize there’s so much more to the beautiful broken boy who seems bored with life as he sketches in his notebook during class.

One simple kiss. And it’s turned my life upside down. I should try to forget it. Just play along with his denial or whatever he wants to do here, but I can’t. Because that one simple kiss was everything.

well. I wonder if he designed the art because it all seems very Rhett. Abstract barbed wire and flames. Darkness he doesn’t realize is in reality his light. The beacon that drew me to him.

Who would not let up, but what could I say? That he’s the only person I’ve ever felt a sexual draw to? That when he made me come, my vision went totally white and then black, and I swear I saw colors I’d never imagined before?

If it’s your truth, it’s beautiful.”

We don’t date. We don’t trust. We just don’t.

I didn’t know it was my job to make him smile until I met him. Now I know. This is my destiny. Making my grumpy guy smile.

“I thought you didn’t do prom.” “I don’t.” I point at him. “I do you.”

I have known you were meant to be my son since the day Bree brought you home. We wanted you. You are wanted, and you are loved.”

I’m finally ready to be a Moore and maybe even let them love me, like they always have. But this time, without fighting it.