to wake her up for dinner again?
“Let her sleep. If she’s really sick, she
needs the rest. Especially after last night.”
Okay. Just, please, try to keep
an open mind. And, Scott?
Thank you for caring.
Report Cards?
If grades were the criteria,
I would be in deep frigging dung.
Two weeks till “d” (for dung) day,
no way could I make up for how
I’d screwed up this quarter.
And if they were going to start
searching my room, I had some
serious stashing to do.
But I didn’t dare move, not
for a while. I stared off into
the dark, thinking about Chase.
No dates? Home straight after
school? How could I live without
seeing Chase?
Alone in my bed, I could taste
him, embrace him, feel his
skin, warm against my own.
There, as the house fell silent,
I could hear him tell me,
I love you, Kristina.
Live without him? They couldn’t
make me. Wouldn’t make me.
I would go to him that night.