Jade gets signed up for the German exchange, what she doesn't realise is that the girl who's her exchange is the one who's been playing games with her all morning
Jade knew that the moment Maya stepped back into the room, soft and sleepy-looking in borrowed cotton, Jade would be gone. Just dust.
She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes. "Get a grip," she whispered harshly. "You're not thirteen and writing fanfiction. She's your friend. She trusts you. Don't be a fucking creep."
Still, the part of her she hated most whispered:
But what if she wanted you to look?
And fuck.
What if she did?