I kissed the girl across the street. Then I ruined everything. Ginny Miller wasn't supposed to matter. She was just the new girl-quiet, complicated, weirdly good at pretending she was fine. I wasn't supposed to notice her. I definitely wasn't supposed to sneak through her window, fall into her bed, or tell her things I've never said out loud. But I did. And then I broke it. Because that's kind of my thing. Now she's with someone else. The school thinks I'm a stoner cliché. My sister wants to kill me. And the one girl who actually saw through my bullshit? She won't even look at me. This isn't a love story. (Except maybe it is.) It's about grief. And guilt. And how sometimes the scariest thing in the world isn't losing someone-it's being seen by them. If you like: ✘ bad decisions ✘ slow burns with too much staring ✘ late-night texts and worse timing ✘ soft boys with sharp edges ✘ and girls who climb through windows like they own the night- then, cool. Welcome to the chaos. I'm Marcus Baker. And these are the things I didn't say. Until now.
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