Nina All week, the entire school was buzzing with gossip thanks to not only the excitement of the rematch, but also the news of Justin’s removal from the hockey team. I tried my best to stay out of it and to just focus on school and work, but when news got out that Justin had suddenly gone home to
“Look at you!” Tiffany said as I walked up to her. “Who are you all dolled up for?” I blushed. “My roommate wanted to give me a makeover,” I said, looking at the floor and avoiding Enzo’s gaze. Tiffany reached out and squeezed my arm. “Well, she did a good job. Not that you didn’t look gorgeous be
Nina As the crowd cheered over our victory, Enzo sat up with a smile stretched across his face. He wasn’t looking at the scoreboard, though. He was looking at me. Before I could resist, Enzo Rivers reached out and cupped my face in his hands, pulling me toward him and kissing me firmly on the lips
It didn’t seem like I had much of a choice, so I complied and watched as Tiffany left with her medical bag. Enzo held his hand out to me and helped me stand, concern written across his face. “Do you still feel okay with going to the party?” he asked. I nodded. “I’m oka--” Just then, as I stood, I
Nina “That’s weird,” I said under my breath, peeling away the bandages the rest of the way while Jessica and Lori watched with confused expressions on their faces. Where my knee had been completely torn up the night before, it was now perfectly fine… As though I had never been injured at all. I fu
Nina I woke up the next morning after a mostly sleepless night to the sound and smell of someone cooking breakfast in the kitchen. The sun was shining through the slats of my blinds as the birds chirped outside; somehow, I had fallen asleep the night before despite the terror running through every
Nina Relief flooded through me at Enzo’s words. “Thank you,” I whispered, looking down at the table. Enzo wasted no time in getting to work. He opened his laptop and started scouring all of the Twitter threads that contained pictures of me, scanning through them until he had a list compiled of som
Nina Click. We both jumped as we heard the sound of a camera shutter clicking from my window. I stared with wide eyes while Enzo whirled around and ran to the window, shouting into the darkness as he gripped the windowsill with force. “Get back here!” he yelled, his knuckles turning white as he h