Twenty days of friendship. That's all that high school senior, Quinn Reid's ex boyfriend wants and then he promises to leave her alone forever. After some initial hesitation, she agrees to be his friend in exchange for her solitude when the twenty...
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
My grandma always told me that I should find someone who makes me feel like that moment when I'm at a concert and my favorite artist enters the stage, and I've never forgotten it.
I hadn't found Jessie. We'd found each other.
He used to be my favorite everything and I knew, without a single shred of doubt, that I used to be his.
I say it in the past tense because he's no longer my favorite everything. Instead, he's my least favorite heartbreak and looking at him makes me feel like I've been offered the worst trade deal in the history of love.
What good is it to find that rare someone if it doesn't even work out? If our perfect love can't even make it past high school, then how the hell can it be expected to survive in the real world?
I sigh heavily as I watch Jessie walk down the hallway towards me, and the way that my heart practically jumps when he smiles, scares me.
"Hey," he says with another breathtaking, heart-stopping smile.
I wave my hand in a half circle and offer a meek, "Hello."
"Gonna be my friend today?"
I reluctantly nod and when he tugs me to him, I try my hardest not to shove him away.
I'd spent the better part of last night going over everything that had happened up till that point and sometime after 3 a.m, when my mind grew way too heavy for any logical thought, I'd made my decision.
I mean, what's the worst that can happen?
Actually, don't answer that. I already know what the answer is, and I don't care to think about it.
Jessie releases me and places a hesitant hand in mine. I raise my brow at our joined hands and he smiles. "Problem?"
"You always hold hands with your friends?"
He doesn't lose his smile. "Only the ones that I hold close to my heart."
I pull my hand away and laugh. "Shut up."
I don't miss the way people stop and stare at us as we walk to our class and I hate it. By lunch our entire year will know that Quinn and Jessie were seen holding hands and laughing with each other and all before first period.
Fucking great.
Jessie takes the seat beside me and this time I'm not surprised. I am shocked, however, when he leans over and takes my hand again.
"What are you doing?" I ask without looking at him. I try to ignore the way my heart never wants to get with the program and play it cool like the rest of my body.
He tucks a strand of my hair somewhere behind the rest of my fuzz and I'm forced to look at him. "Jessie," I say in a low voice. "People are staring."
