Clare, a classmate of mine, whispers in my ear as we scribble notes down. Professors wrote extremely fast. It is no wonder people got carpel tunnel. “I don’t have to go anywhere.” And I won’t be going anywhere. Since the Sam and Ryder fight, I have been trying to stay low. I don’t want to draw any more attention to myself. I know Ryder is doing the right thing, but at the same time it felt as if he is setting me up for self-destruction. Ryder has come into my life like a raging hurricane, drenching everything that made me who I am in a cold rain. He barreled through my walls one by one, destroying anything and everything that I have put up to protect myself. When it comes to him, I am defenseless, and in the midst of everything, that made me weak in a way. Only because Ryder ended up being that weakness. “You have to. It’s going to be a rager, like the best party of the year,” Clare says examining her lip gloss in a hand held mirror.
