I miss you Emma." I'm not sure, but it looks like her eyes tear up. "I was fine for months without you," she says, the words hushed and forlorn. "Why does it hurt now?" I'm sighing and shoving a hand through my hair, which I know from experience leaves strands of it stabbing out in numerous directions, defiant and crazy-looking. Maybe crazy is exactly how I feel. "Because now we have hope of something more.
Tammara WebberI didnโt realize I was frozen in place until a classmate shouldered into me, knocking my heavy backpack from my shoulder. โโScuse me,โ he grumbled, his tone more Get out of the way than Sorry I ran into you. As I bent to retrieve my backpack, praying Kennedy and his fangirl hadnโt seen me, a hand grasped the strap and swung the pack up from the floor. I straightened and looked into clear gray-blue eyes. โChivalry isnโt really dead, you know.
Tammara WebberNo matter what happened to any individual person, life was going on elsewhere. The first time Kennedy kissed me, it stood to reason that at the same time, other people were splitting up. And the night Kennedy broke my heart, somewhere - maybe right there in my dorm, other people were falling in love.
Tammara Webber