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 wondered what it felt like to destroy someone's life single-handedly and pretend everything was alright. I wanted to ask Kyran and take lessons. It would probably help with some revenge plot for some prats at school. There he was, practicing on the field like nothing was wrong, while my entire life and the image I had curated perfectly tore apart like pieces of paper.
Of course, this meant nothing to him. I knew I meant quite little to him, and I would've liked to hear him talk to me. I wanted him to tell me that Caleb was correct—that he had managed to tell everyone things I told him in confidence.
He broke my trust. Again. He was going to lose me. Again. He probably didn't even care very much anyway.
I watched Kyran skillfully kick the ball back and forth, talking to the coach. My feet moved before my mind could catch up. I was technically not supposed to be here at all, and I would probably be in trouble if the coach decided to tell someone about it. But I didn't care. My mind decided to shut off right now, and my ability to make rational decisions turned to dust.
I sprinted across the other end of the school to the field, the concrete rubble cracking under my shoes. As I got closer, I saw the immense concentration in his eyes as he kicked the ball at the target. He was speaking to his coach while doing it, and she was pointing him in the right direction. It looked like she was trying to distract him, but I couldn't be too sure. He hadn't seen me yet. That's just how focused he was. I almost admired it until I remembered why I was here.
"Kyran!" I shouted, my voice cracking involuntarily. The coach turned first, and she nodded at me. I smiled back curtly and gestured to Kyran. "Hello, Coach. Is it alright if I borrow Kyran for a few minutes?"
Kyran's eyes widened in surprise and then shifted to concern—the look he'd been giving me over the past few days, and whenever I told him about my home life.
Forget this.
The coach nodded at Kyran, who started taking a few steps toward me, leaving the coach behind.
"Avery, what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice low. "You're not supposed to be on the field during practice."
I wanted to know how he was able to omit the most important details so easily. He could've asked me how I was after everything that happened today. He could've at least shown some sort of feeling, but he didn't. He just wanted to know why the heck I ambushed him at practice.
"Did you tell them? Did you tell Caleb about my mom, about everything?" I asked, the anger and hurt boiling over my entire body. I felt like I was on fire, and everything around me was burning too.
