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And I want to keep it that way.
"Kay." Brendon runs his fingertips over my forearm. "You okay?"
"Just thinking."
"You ever share your writing with people?"
"Grandma reads my fan fiction. She's encouraging."
"Show me something."
My cheeks flame. The thought of Brendon reading one of my bad poems... It's horrifying. "Show me something in your sketchbook. Something that isn't a tattoo mockup."
His jaw cricks. His eyes fill with surprise. "I'll jump if you do."
"Maybe later. There's not much time left." And I'm not a good actor. I can't pretend that I haven't seen every inch of that sketchbook.
He nods. "Five minutes."
"Five minutes." I refresh the school's website for good measure. It's the same. The sameRegistration Not Availableis there in all red.
"What else are you taking?"
"Huh?"
"Besides creative writing."
"Oh. Advanced American literature. Chemistry. Latin four."
"Latin four?"
"Yeah." I chew on my fingernail. "It was supposed to be my elective. But now I have creative writing too."
He chuckles.
"What?" I move on to the nail of my middle finger. Hit refresh.Registration not available.
"That's perfect for you."
"Thanks. I think." Ring finger nail, here I come.
His hand curls around my wrist. "Kay."
"Yeah?" I turn toward him. Get stuck staring into his eyes. God, those eyes are beautiful.
"You're gonna be okay."
In theory.
He moves closer. "You're the smartest, strongest person I know."
The compliment warms my cheeks and chest.
Even if it's not true. I'm not strong. Certainly not as strong as Emma.
But I'm not going to argue. I'm not willing to offer the details to explain it.
He opens his mouth to say something but the timer's beep cuts him off.
