Oh, spill. I love gossip.
Lukas
No gossip. Nothing to tell.
Tyler
Does something stink?
Joshua
Yeah, Lukas’s bullshit.
Chase
[sends pic of Aimee]
Micha
WAIT
THAT’S THE GIRL
THE ONE YOU’VE BEEN PINING OVER FOR YEARS
You have all those posters
Lukas
Firstly, they’re Zara’s you fucker
Secondly, stfu
Chase
Oh snap, our boiz got it bad.
Lukas
I hate all of you so much.
Joshua
but we love you
My chest heaved in agitation as breaths sawed in and out of me. I watched as little snow balls rolled down the slope a couple feet. I just wanted…hell I didn’t know what I wanted. I ran my hand over my face.
I wanted Aimee.
I wanted to be there for her, to be a safe place for her to land.
I wanted to have that chance, to prove that I wasn’t a terrible first impression.
I’d seen what happened that day, the tragedy of it all, and the online aftermath. I’d seen more that day than probably anyone else and my desire of wanting to comfort her, didn’t fully know how to handle that fact.
I thought thatmaybe, progress could be made. And then, the confrontation three days ago happened and now I wasn’t convinced. Running into her—literally the last thing I ever expected. Seeing her standing on that ice, the air had been knocked from my lungs. Because yeah, I’d seen what happened that day. I’d seen and heard her pain, I watched her struggle, and fight…and I watched it all drain away. I watched her bodygo slack, and I think at that moment, I didn’t expect to see her again.
I sucked in a deep breath, trying to find my calm. My phone was still buzzing in my hand—probably the guys just riffing, but I would respond to them later. I wasn’t even sure if it was anger, or just all the emotions all at once. I shook out my arms trying to release the tension that had crept into my shoulders and back.
