Don’t spiral.
But my brain doesn’t listen. It’s already spiraling.
What ifthat’swhy I can’t stop thinking about him lately?
What ifthat’swhy my chest hurts when he smiles at someone else?
What if’s run through my brain, each one worse than the other one.
My stomach drops like a roller coaster.
Oh no.
No, this can’t be right.
I would know.
You recognize love when it hits you.
Is it easy, right?
How would I know?
My only experience with love is movies and books.
Suddenly, I have the strongest urge to meet the author of my own story, so I can read it in a perfect, edited version.
My pulse quickens. My throat tightened.
Oh no. Oh no, no, no—
I’m panicking.
Over the boy who looks at me like I hang his entire sky, and I told him I don’t care.
Because I don’t,
Lie.
Truth.
Lie.
Truth!
“Oh no,” I whisper before I can stop myself.
“What?” Yana asks, curling her lashes.
“Nothing,” I say way too fast.
She gives me a side glance but goes back to her mirror.
But it isn’t nothing.
It’s everything.
I get up and run to the bathroom. I kneel over the toilet and rethink everything.
