My eyes are still burning from the sight of Jesse and Veronica making out in the middle of the mess hall as I get off the boat at the Level One island. Cursing under my breath when my right leg gets wet, I wonder what was going on in the head of whoever designed this entire place.
Every island gets an interconnecting bridge except ours?
Seems like the architect had something against our island.
It’s easier to forget about Veronica’s hands all over Jesse when I’m busy being angry with something else entirely.
Stomping toward the forest, flashlight in hand, I ignore the cold. This is why I never dated in the first place. Because all boys are scum, in one form or the other.
As I locate the temple, I mutter unflattering things under my breath. I should’ve never let myself get caught up
