Jenna Brooks’s POV I woke up and stretched in bed, feeling all my aching muscles and joints. It was early still, just after seven, but the sky was still dark and snowing outside my window. I sat up and rubbed my eyes as I looked around my room. Empty wrappers, dirty plates and toilet papers were everywhere. It was a complete mess because I hadn’t stepped out of my room and had been eating here since Mom’s funeral, four days ago.I was wearing one of Mom’s favorite floral dress and I’d worn them for four days now. My hair was also greasy. I knew staying in bed for most of the day wasn’t helping my situation but I just wanted to be left alone. As long as I could sleep and stuff my face, I felt numb, and numb was good; numb didn’t hurt.It felt like everyone else had moved on from Mom’s death, everyone except me. Dustin was back in boarding school, he was still too young to understand the gravity of what had happened. Liam had gone back to Houston and Auntie Laurel was still arou
Jenna Brooks’s POVA Month Later… Mrs. Andrés clutched her attendance book tightly to her chest as she said, "You should all strive for perfect attendance. It will greatly benefit your college applications." Then, her gaze landed on Bethany, the class president. "Take a page out of Beth's book. She hasn't missed a day of school since the semester started. Beth, your perfect attendance will be written in history someday.""Yes, in crayon," I mentally replied. Except, it wasn't so mental because the entire class was now staring at me. Did I really say that out loud?Mrs. Andrés's gaze bore into mine. "My office, now!"As I stood up and followed her, I caught Liam's gaze. Liam and I were no longer together, but he had helped me through these past few weeks. He didn't break up with me; I broke up with him because I was scared.I was afraid of becoming too attached to him. Since I had been most attached to mom when she was alive, I worried that all that attachment would transfer to whoev
Jenna Brooks’s POV“Yes, Jenna?" Mrs. Andrés finally acknowledged me when she noticed my raised hand."The seat belongs to Olivia. We can't just let a random stranger have it," I explained.Stig gasped dramatically, "Oh my God, Jenna. You're being racist.""What? I'm not! What does that have to do with this?""That's exactly what you're doing, Jenna," he retorted, raising his hand with a clenched fist in a protest-like manner. "It's the twenty-first century, Jenna. People don't think that way anymore. Say no to racism!"The class joined in, chanting, "No to racism!"I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows and drop my jaw in surprise. He had turned my simple statement into a protest?"Quiet!" Mrs. Andrés yelled, successfully calming the class. "Take the seat next to Jenna."Stig walked over to the chair beside me, and I glared at him as he did. If looks could kill, he would be six feet under from the intensity of my glare. I already hated him.*** Second semester came with sel
Conrad Declan’s POV “Mom, I love Jenna and I want to be with her," I said. Mom stared at me in surprise, glancing at Jenna and then back at me."What's going on?" Mom finally asked.Jenna kept her head down, so I spoke up for myself."I've liked Jenna for a while now, Mom," I said calmly."How long?""Since we were kids, I don't know. I tried to suppress my feelings for her, but I can't anymore."Mom turned to Jenna. "Did you know about this?""Yes, Auntie Laurel," Jenna replied.Mom took a step closer to Jenna and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Do his feelings for you make you feel uncomfortable?""Nope," Jenna replied, but I knew she was lying."Then I have no say in this. You're both old enough to address your feelings, and I support whatever decision you make," Mom said, smiling and clutching her bag tightly. "I have to get back to the office now."Mom hugged Jenna and rushed down the hallway, leaving just Jenna and me standing there. As Jenna tried to walk into her room,
Jenna Brooks’s POV“Oh my God, Jenna, you look amazing!" Conrad exclaimed as he approached me."What are you doing here?" I asked calmly, trying not to sound evasive."Are you that surprised to see me here?" he asked with a smirk."Not really.""Exactly. The real question is, what are YOU doing here, Jenna?" he asked, taking a step closer to me as I took two steps back."I...came with a friend," I replied, not wanting to get Jeanette in trouble."You have no friends, Jenna. I know you came with Jeanette.""I...""It's cool, I'm not going to tell on you guys," Conrad replied, and I breathed a sigh of relief.There was nothing more to say to him. I turned and walked towards a chair by the bonfire in the middle of the lawn."It's really chilly, don't you think?" Conrad asked as he sat next to me. I watched as he took off his denim jacket and handed it to me. "You should wear this."I couldn't refuse; I was too cold to think. I slipped into the jacket and murmured a "Thanks."We sat i
Jenna Brooks’s POV“What the hell happened last night?" Jeanette exclaimed, her hand still covering her mouth.A familiar knot formed in my stomach. How could I not remember kissing Conrad? And why didn't he mention it to me? I clenched my fists and hurried down the hallway to my classroom.It felt like I was a magnet, drawing everyone's attention. As soon as I entered the classroom, all eyes turned towards me. Some glared at me with hatred, while others whispered in surprise, too afraid to show their true feelings.Conrad was nowhere to be found. As I turned to leave the class, I collided with Liam. Fuck, I completely forgot about him. When our eyes met, a wave of guilt washed over me, and I couldn't hold his gaze. Liam took my hand and led me out of the class, down the hall, and into the quiet auditorium.He released my hand and waited for an explanation."That video doesn't mean anything, Liam. I was drunk," I started, watching him grab a plastic chair and slowly sit down. "Are
Jenna Brooks’s POVI stormed out of the auditorium and down the hallway, ignoring the constant stares. I was determined to find Conrad and put an end to this."Do you know where Conrad is?" I asked Bethany, the class president, as I entered the classroom. Neither Conrad nor Liam were present.Bethany rolled her eyes at me. "You're his girlfriend, you should know where he is," she replied before walking away.As if being disliked by everyone wasn't enough, this whole Conrad situation was only going to make things worse. Stepping out of the classroom, I bumped into a girl, she was definitely a junior. Her gaze met mine and she shuddered under my stare.“I’m so sorry, Jenna. I shouldn’t have done it.” She said, almost in tears.I was taken aback, “It’s fine. It’s my fault.”The girl held my hand and I could see guilt in her deep blue eyes, “It’s not about that, Jenna. I did something bad. The video, I made the video.” she confessed.I cocked my eyebrows, I wasn’t sure I heard right becaus
Conrad Declan’s POV“Because you’re Conrad! All you ever do is lie to me!”Jenna’s words kept replaying in my head as I sat alone in the cafeteria. I was angry that she saw me as nothing but a liar. How could she accuse me of uploading that video? I had no idea someone was in that room when we kissed. Her words hurt me and it made me realize how low she thought of me. How could she be so sure that I did it?As I stared down at my tuna casserole, Toralei joined me at my table. She was smiling as usual, it’s funny how she thought she could win me over with that smile.“Hey, Conrad,” she said.I got forced a smile, “Hey.”She started with the flirty hair tucks before she spoke, “Do you know how we, when we were still together, made plans to run for prom king and queen?”“Yes, but we aren’t together anymore,” I replied bluntly. My mood was already ruined and talking about going to prom with my ex, wasn’t going to help my situation.“Let’s run for prom king and queen…as friends.” She final