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I wish we could go back, I thought, the words a murmur in my mind. I wish we could go back to the very first night…
I didn’t break my commitments.
A nurse I was not, but I had confidence I would survive.
he strolled into our classroom right when the bell rang. It was as if it were announcing his arrival instead of signaling the start of class.
Don’t let him pull away, I told myself, but it soon grew harder and harder to hang on to him.
I asked you because I trust you. I asked you because I miss you. I asked you because I love you.
But I didn’t tell him. If he didn’t realize the gold rush of attention he got from girls and how hard it was for me to handle, it meant he was enjoying it. Breaking up, then, really was for the best.
shitballs,”
“Although after you turned six, it became difficult wrangling you into bed with Taylor Swift blasting on the other side of the door. You always wanted to go dance with the girls in the common room.” Honestly, it explained why my go-to karaoke song was “The Story of Us.” One of the girls must’ve been going through a tough breakup.
Biting my tongue, I felt like we were in the Hunger Games, creeping through the arena with all eyes trained on us.
It felt like chestnuts roasting on an open fire.
“No, screw being screwed,”
“When’s the murder happening?” everyone always asked. “No body, no crime,” we always answered.
It hurt, like I always knew it would.
tête-à-tête
“Blair isn’t a girlfriend, Lily. Blair is a Band-Aid.” He paused. “Well, more like a box of Band-Aids.”
My heart had sunk. She likes him, I realized. The incessant attention from the others was testing my nerves, but this?
“Je ne sais quoi?”
I’d never been able to pretend with Tag; it had always been all or nothing with him. But for the Jester’s sake, I knew I had to try, no matter how treacherous it already felt and how painful it would be in the end. He might not bleed, but I would. “Lily.” Tag held out his hand. “Do you trust me?”
You’re about to play him, a voice in my head said. You’re about to play him like a fucking violin…
“Look, Alex Nguyen’s on top of the piano!” Then I heard him start singing. Because of course Alex could sing.
“This is happiness,” Tag said reverently. “Happiness, all because of you.”
“Shitballs!”
irked,
