chapter 15

Joan’s pov

I left for school early that morning, before Fred could

leave so I don't have to see his face or that of my stepdads; both of them were just pure enigmas to my existence. Throughout the weekends, I barely talked to him, and I locked myself inside all throughout.

"What is it, Joan? You don’t look so well." Anna asked, and I couldn't tell her what my problem was, knowing I had kept what had just happened between Fred and me a secret. She doesn’t even know that we were stepbrothers.

"Nothing; I am fine,” I replied, and as we walked down the hall, she wasn’t going to take that as an answer either. She knew when I was lying, but this particular truth can’t be told. Not even to her, we had to uphold this facade of ours till time do us part.

“What is it? You didn’t sleep well, and guess what? I have a crush,” she said, bringing out a phone from her pocket. She showed me a guy and their previous text messages. I tried following her up, but I couldn't because my mind was too exposed