He pulls the hood over my head. I try to pull back. I'm not trying to run away. I just want to see her... One last time.

Don't you know that boys don't cry?' Adam grinned. 'Shall I tell you something I've only recently discovered,' I replied, not attempting to hide the tears rolling down my face and not the least bit ashamed of them. 'Boys don't cry, but real men do.

So why did you want to kiss me?" "We're friends aren't we?" Callum shrugged. I relaxed into a smile. "Of course we are." "And if you can't kiss your friends who can you kiss?" Callum smiled.

He pulls the hood over my head. I try to pull back. I'm not trying to run away. I just want to see her... One last time.

I wish... I wish he wasn't quite so ashamed of me. And if he could stop feeling so ashamed of himself, then maybe we might stand a chance.

The news lies all the time. They tell us what they think we would want to hear.

The status quo is never news, only challenges to it.