Clara's POV
I'm starting to like Derek in a way that makes my heart beat faster whenever I think about it. It almost makes me feel a bit unsettled. I've never felt like this for anyone. I didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.
I rushed home as soon as possible. I avoided Derek and anything that might delay me getting home on time.
I was still on thin ice with my mother. The last thing I needed was for her to become more suspicious.
I ate my dinner quietly, barely listening to my mom's story about her clients or my sister's when she was ranting about her classmates.
I drifted off to sleep after that, desperately trying to forget all my problems with Derek or the recent photos of Vincent and me. My life was falling deeper into a hole. Sooner or later, I'd run out of luc
