LOGINCaroline After watching the hockey game, I’m still sitting on the bleachers. Rebel and Alice have left, but I’m waiting for Andrew to come and find me. My heart is pounding in my chest, and as soon as I hear a door open to my left, I realize that it’s now or never. I have to tell Andrew how I fee
Caroline Shame fills me when I look down from my seat in the ice arena. I'm here to watch Andrew's game, but so are Rebel and Alice. They are sitting a few rows below and shooting glances that fill me with guilt. I'm a terrible friend. Rebel had her operation recently. I never went to visit her
Caroline It feels weird sleeping in the same bed as Andrew. After the drama with Jonatan, Andrew refused to go home, and we fell asleep watching a movie. The problem is that I jerked awake again, and now my heart won't stop racing because my ex-boyfriend is cuddling with me. I glance to the side w
Caroline This must be hell. Andrew gave me time to think about us, and I didn't have it in me to turn him down right away. I will turn him down, but I will pretend to think about it to make him happy. In my world, that is giving someone false hope, but Andrew doesn't seem to agree. He is happy I
And what the hell, I didn't know he still liked me?! "Andrew... we were toxic together. All we ever did was fight and have makeup sex. Then we fought again. It was destroying us both. So no, I don't miss us at all." I'm a liar. I miss us, and we both know it. Andrew and I had bad days, but when he
Caroline "Take this pea package and hold it against your eye," I give the package to Andrew. He is sitting on a chair in my kitchen, shirtless because his t-shirt is red from his bleeding nose. Jonatan punched him in the face, which wasn't smart. Out of the two, my hockey friend is the better fig
Nathan A month later I never knew my mom. She died in childbirth, and my dad always blamed her passing on me. It hurt. And I won't lie; it was damn tough growing up under the same roof as someone who despised me. I was lonely and so incredibly afraid that my heart wouldn't get to experience true
Rebel I'm lying on the couch, half-dead. I've been on chemotherapy for one week and still haven't had enough courage to shave off my hair as I promised myself I would. The doctor told me hair would begin falling two to four weeks after I started my treatment. Either gradually or in clumps. That
Rebel I'm nervous when I finish my makeup in front of the mirror. It's highly unlike me to be self-conscious. But what if Alex won't like me? Not everyone likes goths, but to be fair, I don't have extreme makeup: I use fake eyelashes to make my eyes pop. Foundation, some blush for rosy cheeks, an
I blush, and I'm grateful Alex can't see that. "Stop it. You can't call me pretty—you know nothing about me!" "I know enough to know you shouldn't be single." My eyes stare at the floor, and I breathe a laugh. "You're sweet... Which begs the question: why are YOU single?" Alex laughs. "I'm not pr







