She's a fifteen-year-old girl who killed her "father" in self-defense and lied about it to the police. She thinks she has no other family members and now she has nowhere to live but the police tell her she was kidnapped from her real family when sh...
guys tell me if you are getting bored of these happy cute-ish chapters because if you are i will literally bring out inner evil me and literally break your hearts :)
(also i don't know how to feel about this chapter)
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ATHENA RUSSO:
"Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!"
I cover my face with my hands, blushing.
Artemis sits down next to me and nudges me, "Well? Is he a good kisser?"
Yes. So good that it makes me wonder how many girls he's kissed before me to be that good.
"Athena? Hey. It's okay if he's a bad kisser. At least he's got the looks, right?"
I sign and drop my hands, "It's not that. He's a good kisser. But I don't know."
"Is he better than me?"
I grin, "Maybe just a little bit."
She flips her hair over her shoulder and waves a dismissive hand, "I'm going to pretend you never said that but seriously what is it?"
I take a deep breath.
"I think I like him."
"Well of course you do. You don't kiss people for no reason."
"That's not it. I've just never liked someone before and this feeling... I hate it."
She chuckles, "This feeling is like a flower blooming, you can't stop it when it continues to flourish. Sometimes a crush is like a Rose blooming but love is like a Heliotrope. Actually, maybe trying to refer this to flowers is a bad idea."
Her knowledge of flowers is quite... Intriguing. But I can definitely picture her being a florist when she's older.
If you thought the rose was the most meaningful flower well the heliotrope steals the show; it means eternal love.
"No... I understand what you're trying to say," I say, reassuring her.
She nods, relieved. "But seriously, what about him do you like?"
"His smile. It's cute," I say instantly.
Raising her eyebrows, she says, "Really? To be honest— Sorry. I shouldn't make judgments about him. He's for you, not for me."
"Well, what about you? Do you like anyone?"
She looks away and shrugs, "I um. No. I don't like anyone."
I nudge her with my elbow, "I won't tell her anyone, you can tell me." She runs a hand through her soft blonde hair.
I wonder what shampoo and conditioner she uses to make her hair look so healthy.
