Maxine
It was a lie. A big fat lie. I told myself that ignoring my crush on Bran—and especially Johnny—would make it go away with time, but I was wrong. It’s only getting stronger. Both of them being so nice to me isn’t making it any easier.
It’s so confusing.
The closer I am to them, the more I feel this sizzling, quiet pull between us, like it’s just out of my control. And last night, I could swear I dreamt that Bran climbed into my room through the window and held me while I slept. I can’t remember the rest of it, to be honest. I usually forget my dreams, especially when they’re about them. I think it’s because they’re actually kind to me, unlike Mike. I barely ever think about him.
I walked into class, prepared for my math test. I was a little nervous, but I’d studied, so I should
