Noah Noah couldn’t stop himself from practically vibrating with rage as he watched Hannah and Drake laughing together, clinking their glasses and making plans to be ‘dinner buddies’. Goddess, it made Noah sick. And what made it even worse was the way that Drake looked at her; the way his eyes cr
Hannah I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. Squinting against the bright morning sunlight streaming through the window, I snatched it up and saw a text from Drake on the screen. “Are you ready?” A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I typed out a quick repl
Hannah I glared daggers at Noah as I yanked him closer, my fingers still twisted in the fabric of his shirt. His eyes widened in surprise, but I didn’t care—he had just been caught red-handed, watching us like some kind of detective on a case. “What the hell are you doing here?” I hissed, twisti
“Are you alright?” he murmured. I swallowed hard, forcing a tight smile as I nodded. “I’m fine,” I lied. In truth, I felt anything but fine. Every step along the boardwalk was agony, Zoe’s incessant chatter grating on my ears as she talked all about how kind and caring Noah had been in the wake
Hannah I watched with disgust as Noah stepped up to the platform and slapped his money down on the counter of the game stand. “How much to win that stuffed dolphin up there?” he asked, pointing up at the toy. The bored-looking teenager running the stand simply shrugged, not even following Noah
Hannah I tightened my grip on Noah’s arm, my nails digging ever so slightly into his flesh as I yanked him back toward me. He stumbled slightly, an irritated frown creasing his brow as he turned to face me. “What the hell is your problem?” he snapped, trying to shrug his arm out of my grasp. W
Finally, I waved my hand and said, “You’ve done shit-all to help with my recovery.” Noah’s eyes narrowed and he pulled back a bit. “What’s really your problem, Hannah?” he asked, momentarily raising his tone but then quickly clearing his throat and lowering his voice so that we wouldn’t be overhea
Hannah As Zoe thrust the hot pink unicorn into my hands, my mouth fell open. I didn’t know what to say or do—all I could manage was to just stand there, blinking owlishly at her, and wonder whether I was imagining it or not. “Hannah,” Noah suddenly said, nudging me with his elbow, “that was nice