08

OLIVIA

"Nathan," I call his name, blinking my eyelashes rapidly.

Imagine crashing into your crush like that. It is so embarrassing. I want to sink into the floor and disappear. I am sure Nathan thinks I am the clumsiest person on earth. But, I am not usually clumsy - just when I get nervous or restless which seems to be happening a lot lately.

"Sorry, does it hurt?" Nathan asks, looking down at me.

I reach up to touch my forehead. It is a little sore, but not too bad.

I shake my head. "No, it does not really hurt," I reply.

“Are you okay?” He questions. “You're a bit out of sorts.”

“I am okay,” I answer.

Even as I said the words, I know they are not entirely true. Physically, I am fine. But, mentally, I am a mess. I have so many thoughts and emotions swirling inside of me, and I don't know how to make sense of any of it.

Nathan tucks his hands into the pockets of his denim jeans. His golden hair falls over his face, framing his handsome face. And damn, he looks like a model doi