‘‘Cris, I’m feeling sick,’’ I said.
He looked at me, and his eyes narrowed. ‘‘You’re not gonna throw up on me like Darrin did to Sasha, are you?’’
‘‘What?’’
‘‘Nothing. I’ll drive you home,’’ he said.
I tried to walk steadily down the stairs and through the kitchen, but it was extremely hard because my head was pounding like a bass drum on full volume. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me . . . one minute Cris and I were taking turns kissing each other’s freckles (because apparently I had some) and then an invisible fist gutted my stomach and turned my lungs inside out.
Darrin was in the living room, watching a movie where two people were having sex, and he glanced up at us as we passed.
Cris said, ‘‘I’m taking her home.’’
Darrin nodded. ‘‘Okay.’’
So I grabbed my shoes and my backpack and my coat, and as the door opened to reveal a cloak of illustrious stars, Cris twined his fingers with mine and brought me into a whole new world, like I was a broken soul and he was the angel that lead me through hell.
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Looking At Us
Novela Juvenil❝Looking at us, I see your smile, and I feel your hand, and I wonder, truly, if we are meant to survive this journey.❞ Based on a true story in which a group of teens battle love, life, and sociality.
