"I want to hear your story. What really happened two years ago with you and Lucas Parkway?"
"3: 15, book it"
I was awake. I couldn't sleep because all that was in my head were those three sentences nor what had happened only a few hours ago at Lucas' apartment.
And I couldn't stop my eyes from moving from the ceiling where I counted pastel dots, to the timer on the bedside drawer.
How did things get so complicated so fast?
All I wanted was to come back, make Lucas pay for what he did, exonerate my name and live out the rest of the two years before graduation.
3:01. But it wasn't just Kylian but also Lucas. His ultimatum that quivered the insides of my gut. A part of me hated that I hadn't ripped him a new one for that.
And a part of me couldn't shake off the feeling that maybe... h
