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...
What is love? I'd like to know. I've seen so many movies and rom-coms, courtesy of Yashna. Hell, I've even watched Asian films and shows because Yashna's mom was Asian and passed on the cultural legacy to her daughter who forced the entire family to sit down and watch them with her.
In Western rom-coms, it goes like this. A not-so-popular girl likes a popular hot guy. They're forced to do stuff together for some cliched reason. Then, they both fall in love. Someone makes a speech about how they can't be together because of their differences. Finally, they realize that they love each other and they end up together.
Happy ever after.
In Asian rom-coms that Yashna showed me, a guy sees a girl and falls in love. He then proceeds to stalk the poor girl who is minding her own business. She soon falls in love when he decides to be somewhat heroic. The family has objections and the guy proves that he's worth it or whatever. Then, they get married.
Happy ever after.
What is the difference between friendship and love? When do we even know?
When we hurt someone once, can we ever erase it?
These were the thoughts whirring through my head as Max drove Avery and me to the mall. She had gained her composure again, her eyes back to their original amber. She didn't look like she had a panic attack just a few minutes ago.
She looked like the confident Avery Turner again.
I stole a glance at her as she was typing away at her phone, her forehead creased as she responded to a text message. She seemed lost in her own world, and she was luckily unaware of the random turmoil whizzing through my head.
It was nearly impossible to forget the image of her trembling, sobbing, unable to breathe. She was just another teenager, vulnerable and susceptible to pressure. Of course, I knew she was susceptible to pressure, but panic attacks had to be triggered. That trigger today was a girl being locked inside a room.
Why did it trigger her? Was it her parents' divorce? Was it more than that?
Did it happen to her?
Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed when Max pulled into the parking lot of the mall, bringing us to a stop in front of the entrance. Avery glanced up from her phone, her eyes meeting mine for a brief moment before she turned to Max with a smile.
"Thanks for the ride, Max. You're a lifesaver," she said, leaning over to give him a quick hug before opening the car door and stepping out into the bustling parking lot. The mall seemed busier today than usual. For a weekday, I'd never have expected the mall's parking lot to be filled entirely.
