"We weren't supposed to happen, but we did. And now we're both pretending it didn't."
After her life took a turn, Nova Sinclair is forced to move schools. New school. New rules- a fresh start. A chance to focus on her goals and obey her mother.
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"You're scared, I'mnervous but I guess that we did it on purpose."
|Nova Sinclair |
"This is obviously not a Frank Ocean mood." Theo's voice sounds over the traffic noise.
"Every mood is a Frank Ocean mood." I lean further towards him. "Besides, it's my birthday you gotta do as I say."
"Fine." He checks his watch. "Only 2 more hours anyway." I stick my tongue at him and turn up the volume.
We've been driving around for 20 minutes or so and he won't tell me where we're going. So far, these were the best 20 minutes of my life but we don't talk about that.
"Can we get something to eat?" I ask over the music.
"Sure. McDonald's?"
"Fuck yeah."
Somehow, Theo spots it on the way and we make it inside. Even if it was late, it was almost packed with different types of people. Welcome to New York.
With our food, we take a place at the corner of the room. Away from the noise and beside a window.
"You read that article about us, right?" Theo starts, taking a bite of his burger.
"Yeah, it was all true." I shrug, "I got used to it."
"Could've done more justice to my hair in those pictures, though." He rolls his eyes, "Not like I care."
We eat in silence for only a minute more when someone's phone rings, Theo's phone. At this hour?
His eyebrows furrow as he fishes it out of this pocket, and he smiles softly and says, "It's my mom."
Theo answered it immediately and holds it out and I'm figuring she facetimed him. "Hi mom. I'm outside right now."
Over the noise of the restaurant, I couldn't hear what she was saying, only his reply, "You don't want to talk to your own son?" He said dramatically, a hand over his heart.
This guy.
"Fine. Fine, wait a minute." He looks up at me then, and starts handing the phone to me. I hesitate and he says, "She wants to wish you a happy birthday."
A woman with soft brown hair and a smile appears on my screen, "You must be Nova, happy birthday dear."
"Thank you, Mrs. Abbott." I try to be as formal and as nice as possible, and I'm also wondering since when I cared about formalities but a first time for everything, right?
"Oh, you're so lovely, I can't wait to meet you." My heart warmed instantly, and something that was dead inside me came alive, excited. She shows a little girl in her lap, "This is Clara, say hi Clara."
