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...
I pride myself on my insatiable curiosity. For me, it was a force that propelled me into uncharted territories. Often, my curiosity is my zeal to get better, to be better than everyone else. It was a flame within me, flickering with a constant desire to understand and unravel. Sometimes, I think that I contain too much of it that it can feel like I'm a bit of an asshole.
With Kyran, my curiosity was a guiding compass. It led me to ask him questions that lingered, pushing some boundaries perhaps and tearing through secrecy. The hypocritical part of it all? I would probably punch somebody for asking me the same.
Curiosity was just a trait, something I just had to embrace.
I followed Kyran back to Greenfield Avenue. I hadn't been there after the last impromptu breakfast invitation that Yashna dragged me to. However, this time it was something I had to hide. Fall was my favorite time of the year. The vibrant foliage painted the neighborhood in hues of red, orange, and gold. It was almost as if nature itself was trying to keep up with Fall's dramatic changes. The trees that surrounded the houses were decorated with bright shades.
We reached Kyran's house a little while later and the only change I noticed was the sprawling lawn. It was scattered with leaves, and the crisp autumn air carried a scent of sweet cinnamon. Probably incense.
Kyran put up a hand to stop me as he reached into his backpack and pulled out a hoodie. He was wearing a t-shirt all day and suddenly, he was wearing layers as we were walking inside his house.
Curiosity.
"You do realize that we're going indoors, right? I'm sure your house is warmer than outside."
He scoffed. "You do realize that my parents don't know about the tattoos, right?"
Realization hit me, and I nodded understandingly. "Right, the tattoos. Got it." I watched Kyran layer up in a white hoodie, hiding the inked artwork that he didn't want his parents to discover. I never knew that this was a side of him that he kept well-guarded, and the apparent secrecy added another layer of complexity to the person I thought I knew.
Also, I wondered how he got away by never wearing short sleeves when he was around his family but, I guess he managed to.
Adjusting his backpack, he approached the front door, and I trailed behind. He knocked on the door, and a few seconds later, the door opened. Emily Drake's familiar face greeted us.
