Buried secrets, two girls with the same face, and a boy who loved too much.
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When Travis and Nicole meet on a bus for the first time, he thinks she's his ex, Rachel, who broke his heart two years ago. But he doesn't understand why she's pretendin...
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THERE WERE MANY places to hide in Hamilton High, but I stuck to the library.
It was the most convenient place, and at least I got to busy myself with research, assignments, and poring through dance magazines as the week droned on miserably.
One dance magazine was currently opened before me, and I stared at the ethereal pictures of dancers in motion from all genres: ballet, hip-hop, contemporary, et cetera.
There were tips on how to improve your grace and steps, and I was seriously trying to read, but the information was simply impossible to absorb. Not with how crowded my mind already was.
I couldn't forget the fight with Dylan in the hallway, no matter how much I tried. The more the scene replayed in my mind in that aggravating loop, the more I thought of all the insults I could've hurled at him, and it just made me madder.
I knew he was simply trying to rile me up and be an ass, but this ego of mine? It was so bruised. And I was traumatized because, the fuck? I wish I'd had the strength so I could've beaten him up that day.
And as for Colin, I had no words.
I wanted to punch him so hard for telling people about how much of a bad kisser I was. To think that I enjoyed that kiss so much. I stupidly thought it had been magical. But it meant nothing to him, and the thought made my throat tighten.
It was probably all for the best that I'd realized the kind of guy he was, I comforted myself with the thought. At least I wouldn't be clutching my chest at night thinking of all the what-could-have-beens.
Jahdiel looked better. I caught glimpses of her with Marilyn and Merlinda at school. Her hair was twisted into a French braid sometimes, revealing her face, and she didn't suffocate herself with her blazer anymore.
It made me relieved, but that didn't mean I was willing to be near her anytime soon. I was apparently not needed, and that was fine even if it really wasn't. She could freely roam the school with Merlinda as much as she wanted, for all I cared. I got the hint she clearly gave me, and I was determined to stay away.
Furiously, I flipped the magazine, pushed my reading glasses up my nose, and refused to think of Travis.
He hadn't texted me even once since the night he drove me home. I'm supposed to feel okay, considering I actually asked him to leave me alone, but why am I feeling so sad?
And I missed him, even if I refused to admit it. I missed the way he made me feel, even though I didn't approve of those feelings. It was slowly driving me closer and closer to an asylum, and for the first time in my life, I'd never felt so torn and conflicted.
