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And the article? It means more to me than anything I’ve ever written. Maybe because it’s a personal letter to my secret admirer?
I fall back in my seat with a smile and read it another time, wanting it to be perfect.
Poems. Some people love them, some people hate them. For me? I have always appreciated them. Poems are written straight from the heart and soul. They can touch people in a way they’ve never been touched before. Like fiction, they can transport a reader to a different world and inspire them to be better, do better. They can inspire them to change the world.
What matters most about poems is how they make the reader feel. And speaking from experience, Ifelt. Oh, how much I felt.
Thank you to all the poets out there. For baring your souls and making us feel. I hope you know that you’re special and we appreciate you very much. We hope you continue being the amazing people that you are.
The rest of the article is about famous poets and how they left their mark on society and changed the world. I also recommend a few poems readers can check out. At the end of the article, I encourage anyone who might want to write poetry—or do anything, really—to not be afraid to put themselves out there.
It’s probably the most personal article I have ever written, and for a second, I almost trash it because I’m too nervous to post it. Too nervous for people to read it. But before I can chicken out, I post it. Now, it’s out there for the world to see.
Forhimto see.
Chapter Seventeen
Liam
I’m well enough to get back on the court, much to Gibson’s dismay, but I’ve been ignoring him for the past few days. Although I’m a little rusty at first, it comes back to me fairly easily. Gibson tries to mess me up, but I’m not having it. He can glare and grunt all he wants. I’m here to stay.
“McSteffan! What are you doing?” Coach howls at Gibson. “Pass the ball to Hastings or get off my court!”
Gibson mutters under his breath. He’s the only one who has been giving me crap. All the other guys have welcomed me back and treat me like nothing happened.
Gibson does pass the ball to me, reluctantly, but like I said, I won’t let him get to me.
Practice always makes me feel alive, but it’s different today. More intense for some reason. Like my body craves the adrenaline rush.
When it ends, the guys gather in the locker room to shower and get changed. Darren and Brian come to stand before me. Darren hands me his phone, where a dark-haired girl is on the screen.
“Hot, right?” Darren says, waggling his brows.
Shrugging, I hand it back to him. “I told you I don’t want a girlfriend.”
“Do we look like matchmakers, man?” Brian chuckles. “Who said anything about a girlfriend? We figured after everything that went down with Topher, you can use some fun. Look, I know you told us you’re not interested, but Darren told her about you andshe’sinterested. Thinks you’re cute.”
Is it weird that I don’t care?
“She’s my cousin’s friend’s sister,” Darren continues. He waggles his brows again. “Told her about our game next week and she wants to see you play.” He slaps my chest. “What do ya think?”
I shut my locker. “Like I said, not interested.” I move away from them.
“If you don’t go for her, I will,” Brian calls after me.
I wave my hand, letting him know he’s free to do whatever he wants because I really don’t care.
When I leave the school building, I glance around for Evie’s car, but freeze when I spot Chloe standing outside, a folded piece of paper in her hand.
The secret admirer’s lame poem.
“Chloe?”
She looks up and smiles. “Hey.” She stuffs the poem into her backpack.
I step closer to her. “Were you waiting for me?”
“You wanted to know how my first day as editor-in-chief was, so…”
