Powerless (Chestnut Springs, #3)

by Elsie Silver

But there’s only one person waiting who I want to see. The beautiful girl wearing my jersey who feels like home.

I’m grumpy and miserable. The world is dark, but she’s like the moon when we sat on the roof. Bright and pure, shedding a silvery light over everything so that I can still see where I’m going.

Jasper: I don’t like talking to people. Sloane: You talk to me. Jasper: You’re not people. Sloane: Lmao. What am I then? Jasper: My person.

I JUST GIGGLED AND BLUSHED UNCONTROLLABLY

Sloane: Send help. Summer: Help with what? Are you guys okay? Sloane: I’m so hungover. I want to die. Willa: Nice. Shame spiral. Did you bang him? Sloane: No. We gave each other facials and passed out awkwardly. Willa: High five. I love it when Cade gives me a facial. Summer: Good god. Sloane: That is . . . not what I meant.

She’s that person for me. I’m out of my depth with her but this is Sloane. My Sloane. No matter what, we’re there for each other. My Sloane. I think it again and god it feels good.

“I fucked that ring right off her finger.”

SLAYYYYY