My Girl

Cal Jackson's new life as a rockstar fails to account for one thing: the existence of the girl he loves.

*****

"What are you thinking about?" she asks.

"A song," I say. "A new song."

I stare at the ocean as I sing the song that I wrote, something that comes from the darkest place of my heart.

"Do you even know how gifted you are?" she whispers. "You're destined to be someone big, Cal."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

*****

She's perfect in every way. Beautiful. Smart. Her bright future is right there in front of her eyes.

While here I am. Ruined. No college, let alone a future. Just an image of a wannabe rockstar with tattoed arms and an old guitar.

I knew that our story would be no less than that tragic Romeo and Juliet shit the moment I laid my eyes on her, but still, I can't resist her.

The moment she whispers my name, "Cal," I lose all sanity. She becomes my melody, my lyrics, the song that keeps echoing in my ears.

People call her Mia. I call her my Amy, her name crafted above my beating heart, tattoed on my skin.

Amelia Davis is my girl.

Mine. And only mine.

© 2021 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved.
(Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)