Avery Turner, a perfectionist with a double life, and Kyran Drake, a charismatic boy with secrets, find their fates intertwined when their secrets threaten to unravel their dreams-will they overcome their differences to protect their futures, or wil...
Love makes you happy, but it makes you weak. Hate makes you so much stronger even if it makes you depressed and sad.
Anyone who says love makes you stronger is full of shit.
Trust me, I know.
My mom was harder to understand. I knew that she loved me, otherwise, why would she fight so hard for me to be with her? Inside her, there was probably so much love for me.
Her love for my sister is unparalleled. However, that love made her weak and my sister weak. Eliza is incapable of doing most things and she can't take most things.
Me, on the other hand? I grew up knowing that no comment that people make about me, nothing that they can say will hurt me more than what has already been said to me.
Does that make me unhappy?
Yes.
But I'm trying to see things my mom's way.
I had run away from Kyran now, but I had to see him later. It was inevitable that my life was the embodiment of what others wanted for me. I knew what I wanted. Not that it ever mattered.
I love my mom, and there's no way I'm saying anything about my family to Kyran Drake. He can fuck off.
It's also none of his business. Why does he care so much? I don't understand why he suddenly feels the need to involve himself in my life.
These were the many thoughts running through my head when I was doing the one-hour shift in the morning before the preplanned meeting with Kyran.
When the fated study session arrived, we were both colder than ever. We didn't ask each other any questions that needed to be asked. We pretended as if the exchange from earlier never happened. I was grateful for that because it seemed to me that he finally realized that he had no control over what I did. He also decided that he shouldn't care.
He got an A in his first Biology quiz, by the way. He did study for it for a few weeks after the study session.
He seemed happy.
For the remainder of time, I was trying to keep my life surprisingly low-key, and unproblematic.
It was still early in the morning, just 7:30. I finished my shift in the morning, 2 hours in fact, and I was grabbing my books for the study session with Kyran in the morning. We had decided that evenings would be way too hard to work around, given that he had football practice and I had occasional volunteering to do.
