"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend James Beaufort?" I questioned him, while lying on top of him half naked.
As James Beaufort and Everly Calloway navigate the delicate transition from friendship to romance, they face obstacles that test the st...
You pull me in and touch my neck, and now I'm dying You should be mine for life I'll be signing every dotted line Chemical override, ultraviolet You could be mine tonight"
Close to You - Gracie Abrams ----------------------------------------------------------
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Chapter Eleven:
- Everly-
I was sitting in class contemplating how much I hated my life, my internship and living by myself in house my father was never in. How had I let my life that was so beautiful fall apart. I was my mother...I did this to myself. It was like I wanted to sit and writhe in my pain, as if I deserved it.
I pushed away all my friends...I pushed away James. I lost the love of my life. Now all I could do was watch his life in pictures, like I used to watch him sleep. Just as Taylor Swift sang, it was as painful as the song felt.
James never posted on social media but Lydia, Cyril and Alistair did. If I was lucky, I could sometimes catch him in the background of a lacrosse photo, or sitting on the couch alone at a party. I was shocked I never saw another photo of him with Ellie.
I never saw any photos of him with girls at all. It was almost intentional, like he was avoiding it for fear I'd never come back. Come on Everly, don't be so confident that James hasn't moved on and forgotten all about you. I talked to Lydia a few times since I moved but our friendship couldn't be the same without James. She never brought him up, though I know she wanted to. Afterall James was her twin, I would never ask her to pick me over him and I didn't want to. I chose my unhappiness for no reason other than to do exactly what my mum said I would.
As soon as the last bell rang, I pulled my phone out of my bag and noticed I had missed 20 calls from Lydia. I hadn't heard from her in a while, and 20 missed calls was very out of character, especially for her—she thought voice-to-text was too much. My heart started racing. The first person I chose to call wasn't her, though. It was James. And for that, I had to unblock his number. The second I hit unblock, a flood of texts and voicemails came pouring in. Seeing his name pop up over 100 times crushed me all over again. What was I doing? I needed to call him. And that was exactly what I did.
At first, I wasn't surprised he didn't answer, especially after the way I had just walked out on him. But then a pit formed in my stomach. Why had Lydia called so many times? Something must've happened to James. My James... Where do I get off claiming ownership of the boy I walked away from?
