I couldn’t think of any other way to get Stella to let me in other than simply showing up and springing it on her. She is the most stubborn girl, and I didn’t want to argue with her. I just wanted to … push on her. Crawl under her skin so she can’t get rid of me. I pull out my phone and stare at ...
Why is life always like that? I lie on my bed and stare at the cracked ceiling. I got home from Claudia’s after three, and I’ve barely slept. I took a very, very long shower and then lay awake, flinching every time Katie’s mattress springs squeaked. I should be happy. I played my part last night...