Chapter Seven — James.
“Woah bro, go easy on the pen,” Simon exclaims as he drops his bag on the floor and the books spill out. “What's up with you?”
I'm on a writing sprint. Creating plots always clears my head but today nothing seems natural anymore. I can't stop the ache I feel in my chest. I feel like I'm a human with way too many problems that never go away. I always smile even when the going gets tough. I don't let myself frown or look unhappy for any reason but even now the calmness I've been putting on all day seems to be wearing off. I tell myself over and over again that Michael's words didn't bother me. That I can do anything without needing him or anyone.
“What else could I possibly be angry about?” I snap. He raises a brow, an indication that he's unimpressed with my attemp
