Marissa And Alex

u walk into the club, standing at the top, boven of the spiral staircase, watching her give instructions to the few other employees that occupy the floor. u reach up and touch the hart-, hart halsketting, ketting she gave you, unsure of what you’re about to do. Your hart-, hart hurts just thinking about it, but it’s the right thing to do, isn’t it? No one is going to accept u two and u can’t take the stress of being rejected door everyone u know and love. u slowly make your way down the stairs, steadying yourself on the handrail. u stop at the bar, waiting for her to turn around.

“Hey you,” she says,...

u walk in the front door and before u can close it, she’s standing in front of you.

“Traffic on the way home pagina from school,” she says.

“Yeah, mom,” u say, rolling your eyes and walking past her into the kitchen. u weren’t in the mood for her games, u just wanted to toon up long enough for her to get off your case and let u go see Alex again.

“I know u weren’t at Summer’s last night,” she calls from the foyer as she comes to meet u in the kitchen.

“Oh really now,” u say, pulling out the oranje sap and taking a drink, not even bothering with a glass.

“Marissa,...