Novels by Dee Butterfly

Wren’s POVThe street felt different the moment we turned the corner.Quieter. Lonelier.Like the world itself was holding its breath, waiting to see what we would say to each other after everything that had happened.Lucas walked beside me, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets, his shoulders slightly hunched like he was trying to disappear. Run away from whatever conversation we were supposed to have on this walk. But he didn't look like he wanted to disappear a few minutes ago when he was chatting with my dad, or when he pulled me into a hug.Not even last week, when he’d looked at me like I was the one who had betrayed him just by existing.But now…Now he looked careful.And Lucas had never been careful with me before.“I like your house,” he said suddenly.I blinked, caught off guard. “You’ve been there a million times.” awkward.He shrugged, glancing up at the windows like he was seeing them for the first time. “Yeah. I guess I never really looked at it.”His voice was soft.

Wren’s POVThe street felt different the moment we turned the corner.Quieter. Lonelier.Like the world itself was holding its breath, waiting to see what we would say to each other after everything that had happened.Lucas walked beside me, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets, his shoulders slightly hunched like he was trying to disappear. Run away from whatever conversation we were supposed to have on this walk. But he didn't look like he wanted to disappear a few minutes ago when he was chatting with my dad, or when he pulled me into a hug.Not even last week, when he’d looked at me like I was the one who had betrayed him just by existing.But now…Now he looked careful.And Lucas had never been careful with me before.“I like your house,” he said suddenly.I blinked, caught off guard. “You’ve been there a million times.” awkward.He shrugged, glancing up at the windows like he was seeing them for the first time. “Yeah. I guess I never really looked at it.”His voice was soft.

Wren’s POVThe street felt different the moment we turned the corner.Quieter. Lonelier.Like the world itself was holding its breath, waiting to see what we would say to each other after everything that had happened.Lucas walked beside me, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets, his shoulders slightly hunched like he was trying to disappear. Run away from whatever conversation we were supposed to have on this walk. But he didn't look like he wanted to disappear a few minutes ago when he was chatting with my dad, or when he pulled me into a hug.Not even last week, when he’d looked at me like I was the one who had betrayed him just by existing.But now…Now he looked careful.And Lucas had never been careful with me before.“I like your house,” he said suddenly.I blinked, caught off guard. “You’ve been there a million times.” awkward.He shrugged, glancing up at the windows like he was seeing them for the first time. “Yeah. I guess I never really looked at it.”His voice was soft.

Wren’s POVThe street felt different the moment we turned the corner.Quieter. Lonelier.Like the world itself was holding its breath, waiting to see what we would say to each other after everything that had happened.Lucas walked beside me, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets, his shoulders slightly hunched like he was trying to disappear. Run away from whatever conversation we were supposed to have on this walk. But he didn't look like he wanted to disappear a few minutes ago when he was chatting with my dad, or when he pulled me into a hug.Not even last week, when he’d looked at me like I was the one who had betrayed him just by existing.But now…Now he looked careful.And Lucas had never been careful with me before.“I like your house,” he said suddenly.I blinked, caught off guard. “You’ve been there a million times.” awkward.He shrugged, glancing up at the windows like he was seeing them for the first time. “Yeah. I guess I never really looked at it.”His voice was soft.

Can you guess my phrase for this day?Pretentious fucker!The words echoed in my skull like a broken record as Lucas held her.Held her.Like he had the right.Like he hadn’t spent days tearing holes in her chest and walking away without looking back.My hands curled into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms hard enough to ground me. Hard enough to remind me where I was. Who I was. I wasn't going to make a scene. I was going to let Wren handle this her way.But it still hurt. She didn't move away.She froze at first, her body stiff in surprise, her fingers hovering awkwardly at her sides like she didn’t know what to do with them. But she didn’t push him off.She didn’t say no.She just stood there.My birdie.Standing in someone else’s arms.Something ugly and hot slithered through my chest.Jealousy wasn’t the right word. Jealousy sounded small. Petty.This was something older.Something primal.Something territorial.I hated it.I hated him.I hated myself for feeling it.

KAI'S POV "For God sake Kai! It was one time!" Wren mumbled beside me. Powdered milk spewing from her mouth in little funny puffs. I had done my best trying to distract her from the dick move Luc pulled at school today, and that included taking her for ice cream, getting popcorn and pizza, going for a little drive after school and bickering with her on our drive back home.Lucas Hayes. The little fucker. He was just an egoistic, dramatic, heartbroken kid that couldn't deal with the fact that people move on, people change, things happen, and his show of zero braincells was affecting Wren negatively.She had a lot on her plate already, she didn't need him wreck balling into her life and demanding her attention like he deserved it."One time is enough to make history Sinclair" I answered, trying and failing not to laugh."Oh my days! You're such a jerk" she said, punching my shoulder. "Why did you even remember that? You disgusting human being""Oh, I'm the disgusting one? You're the o