i

three years passed.

I ended up

(and inconveniently for my father who drove me)

going to the same high school

as you.

you were nervous, trembling

in my arms, breathlessly chanting

worries into my shoulder.

I laughed. "we'll still be friends, skye."

"I'm still so worried."

"don't be. I'll always be here for you."

"actually, I'm worried about something else."

"what?"

"don't laugh."

"come on."

"I'm worried about falling in love.

isn't high school meant to be the place

where you meet your soulmate, but

you're too young to know? what if I end up

ruining my only chance?"

my jaw clenched.

and now, we introduce your second betrayal:

kieran.