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...
"Yashna?" I found myself in front of one of the other people that chose to talk to me, and it was almost painful to realize that she might never speak to me again. The mind I lived off of worked exactly like this, and it was a no brainer. All I had to do was listen to what she had to say, and feel shit about myself for the rest of the day as if I wasn't already doing that.
Great.
"Avery. I just wanted to say something." The tone of her voice was enough to tell me everything I needed to know. She was obviously angry at me, but I didn't know the extent of her anger. It was purely understandable, of course. I had already learnt to understand things from other people's perspectives because not everything was about me...
But, apparently, I made everything about me, so maybe I wasn't looking at things from other people's point of view.
Maybe I was overthinking this.
"So, Kyran told me what happened." She bit her lip, and hesitated. I wanted to ask way too many questions. Did he tell her the whole story? Or did he give her half-baked versions that satisfied his ego, and drowned me in the process?
"Alright." There was nothing more I could say.
"He might have lost his chance to his dream college." Yashna fiddled with her fingernails, and it was hard to tell whether she was accusing me of something, or decided to just cut me off from her life entirely.
I wouldn't be surprised.
"I don't know what you want me to say." It was true. I genuinely didn't know if she expected some apology from me, so I needed her to be clear and not mince her words.
Yashna sighed, her eyes narrowing slightly as she awkwardly stood there in front of me. "I just wanted to understand, Avery. You two were so close, and then everything fell apart. You know how important this was to him."
The most horrid part of this was the fact that Kyran felt it right to blame me for it. He was a star football player, and suddenly, it was my fault that he messed up a game. Before my mind started spewing some more thoughts on how it was just so easy to put the blame on women, I answered Yashna.
"It's not that simple, Yashna. I didn't do anything that would intentionally hurt Kyran. Did you know he told Caleb about my shitfest of a home life? Yeah, he made a spectacle of it. Don't you think that warranted some sort of talking to? Yeah. I didn't walk onto that pitch and break his leg."
