Soren
I wasn't sleeping.
How could I? Every time I shut my eyes, I could see Georgina in the doorway. Listened to the books falling down, felt Felix's hand ripping out of my jeans so quickly I was left feeling hollow and aching.
We were almost caught. Twice.
Almost.
The word plays on repeat in my head till my alarm rings at seven, and I have to "face the music".
To be clear, I have to face to breakfast.
With Felix and both our parents.
Together, in the same room.
Pretending last night never took place.
I want to die.
I pull on jeans, buttoned this time, thank you very much and the baggiest hoodie I own. The one that makes me look like I'm drowning in fabric. Good. Maybe if I'm shapeless enough, Felix won't look at me.
Maybe I won't erupt in flames jus
