A DAMSEL NOT IN DISTRESS
“Don’t even think about it,” I threatened at the large oak door as I stood on the rain-soaked steps of the Shears. I’d come to make amends for the mistakes I’d made with Iris. The mistake of leaving her more than once. For betraying her trust with Po’s book. For forgetting what we were and always would be: friends.
Could I hide my feelings from her? No, I didn’t think I could. But I had decided that it didn’t matter. Even if she was courting Ridhan, I could still be in her life. I was being foolish and I knew it. I knew it and I still did it. Why?
Because boys are dumb.
I didn’t have a plan as I walked into the foyer. If I was honest with myself, I didn’t want one. I wanted to speak from my heart, to tell her everything that had been going on in my life.
Maybe
