Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic
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By Authoress Kamara
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Chapter 22: Black + Grey
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“Are you cold?” Miles asked as they shuffled back toward the village square.
The climb down from the temple had been much scarier than the climb up, and both boys managed to rip their jackets on the wood and cover their hands in splinters.
Aiden tore a hole in his jeans and now stared down at it, unsure how furious his mother would be.
I am so so sorry, I accidentally updated a wrong chapter again even after this book showed completed. So sorry if you read it but it's not among this book; just a random chapter of a new book I'm writing so you can just forget about it. thank you, the last chapter was 36 so you can stop there. I am so so sorry, I accidentally updated a wrong chapter again even after this book showed completed. So sorry if you read it but it's not among this book; just forget about it. thank you for reading, the last chapter was 36 so you can stop there.
(36). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara .Chapter 36: Your whatever .Miles pulled Aiden along quickly, looking back to make sure he hadn’t lost him. They dashed across empty sidewalks--paying no mind to the fact that those sidewalks were never empty--and cut through alleys and backyards and down into the meadow separating the suburbs from the city. The hot summer sun had scorche
(35). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara .Chapter 35: Owe the world .“Hey Aiden? I like you.”“Yes, Miles, I know. You’ve told me like a hundred times.”“I know, but it feels so good to finally say it!” Miles threw his arms up. “I feel like I’ve been forgiven for all of my sins!”“Ha! Like that’ll ever happen,” Ryder cackled from behind him. Miles shot him a glare over his shoulder.“Remind me, Aiden, where are we going?” Zane spoke up. They had been following Aiden past the edge of town and into the forest for at least thirty minutes. Wyatt was practically hanging from Zane’s shoulders like a cape at this point, too tired to walk anymore.“You’ll recognize it soon enough,” Aiden answered confidently. The group finally found a path, and sighed in relief when they no longer had to trudge through itchy undergrowth. Miles took up Aiden’s hand again and leaned into his ear.“Hey Aiden?”“Let me guess, you like me?”“No, I was gonna say your hair looks pretty today.”
(34). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara .Chapter 34: Guilty .The pair approached the shivering man at the front desk, and he immediately let them go with a nod. The officers were too disturbed to escort them, so Ms. Morales escorted Aiden on her own. They took each hallway in slow motion, rounding the corners like weary ghosts.But the closer they grew, the
(33). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara .Chapter 33: What have I done? .Aiden couldn’t run anymore. He had been running for the past hour, darting through every location he knew Miles once occupied: arcades, cafes, restaurants, the houses of old friends. But he wasn’t in any of those places. It was as if he had vanished.It had come to the point where Aiden was no longer thinking straight. He felt thick fog behind his e
(32). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara .Chapter 32: The Tyrant .Except Miles never made it.Zane had to wake his classmate after they had been napping for nearly three hours, and neither Blake, Wyatt, or Miles had shown up. The sun sunk low enough in the sky now that the canopy hid it from the treehouse, where Zane and Aiden sat in a hazy half-darkness.