Chapter 22

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Sabrina McLain: 

Today was rainy 

and grey. 

I wore a big sweater

and boots. 

I didn't talk, 

not even to Mr. Short

during my after-school 

remediation. 

I took three tests today. 

Lilly Nicole Porter

ate lunch with me, 

but I could tell that she and 

Bryson were 

having 

difficulties

because

her eyes looked red

and wet

and slightly puffy. 

I didn't mention, 

neither did she. 

I guess we were both having

boy troubles. 

The only difference is that 

Bryson is actually 

her boyfriend. 

Kyle never was. 

I don't know why 

I assumed that. 

He obviously didn't want to be. 

Fiona looked like

a million 

mean, blonde 

bucks today. 

She laughed 

and leaned into Kyle. 

And I could hardly swallow my 

tomato soup at lunch

because I remembered

how I leaned into him,

how he made me laugh, 

how he made me smile, 

how his lips

tasted slightly salty

when they met mine. 

I wondered if he had 

kissed 

Fiona yet. 

I hated myself 

for thinking that. 

But that poisonous thought

didn't want to leave my brain. 

Damn it. 

Mom went out with Marc. 

Baylee is cooped up

in her bedroom, 

scribbling in her diary. 

I guess I can't blame her. 

I spend half of my time

cooped up in my bedroom, 

scribbling notes to you. 

Jennah, this is going to sound bad, 

but sometimes I wish 

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