A year had passed since April last set her eyes on Landon Bryce. Three hundred and eighty four days to be exact.
And she knew because she had painfully counted every single day that passed wishing she would just set her eyes on him again.
It was exactly one year, two weeks and five days since Landon had disappeared from her life, living a deep hollow ache in her heart.
She had gotten rid of the sweat shirt he had left with her, blocked and deleted his number, and had tried to erase all the good and bad memories. But it lingered, clinging to her like an irritating perfume that just won’t go away.
Now, here she was sitting stiffly in Mrs. Marcelle’s English Literature class just wanting to survive the awkward pairings and constant class banter.
She didn’t expect anything interesting to
