June's POV
I locked myself in my room after JJ made me realize he didn't want anything more from me. Was he ashamed to be with me? Did he see me as a nuisance? I was pissed because I couldn't even go back to my spot and write. I had now tarnished even that special place with a memory of JJ.
It was hard to focus on the conversation with Dad throughout dinner, yet I was still able to tell him that Tiff and I had made up. He seemed happy with that, understanding now that she was truly my only friend. Dad seemed to be opening up more to the idea that I was a legal adult who could, and should, make her own decisions.
Now I was perched on my bed, pencil in my mouth with my journal wide open and my guitar in hand. I'd already written away my feelings, but it wasn't enough. I needed a melody,
