"Why is David at the hospital? Is it his grandmother? Did she try to escape the hospital again?" I ask Britanny in panic, then my stomach sinks even further, "Wait. It's not him, right? He's not hurt?" Britanny rolls her eyes at me, "He's okay, and Grandma is okay too." Oh, Thank God! "You should've told me that sooner! Do you have any idea how scared I was?" My fingers are still shaking, but I manage to text David using the number Britanny gave me.  Britanny looks heavenwards again as she shifts gears, speeding up the car. I fiddle with the seatbelt across my chest. "But...you looked so scared, though. I thought for sure something horrible happened.." I tell her. "Something horrible did happ

“What took you so long to visit me?” Ari pouts as I near her, and I laugh, returning her quite awkwardly. I try not to cringe at myself. “I’m sorry, I just got a little busy with things,” I tell her truthfully.  “You mean busy with Dave,” Ari says, waggling her eyebrows. “I’m so happy for the both of you.”  Ari gives me an enormous smile, but for some reason, her eyes suddenly fill with tears. “Oh. Oh, no. What’s wrong?” I ask her worriedly. “Sorry. It’s these damned meds. They told me they had nothing to do with my hormones, but somehow, I feel like I’m PMSing.” Ari giggles, wiping at the corner of her eyes. I give her a sympathetic smile, “How are you feeling?” “I’m great,” she tells me, but I notice that she swiftly hides her right arm under her comforter and out of my view. I wonder what that is about. I have a feeling that it's something to do with the reason why she passed out. But I decide not to ask. I’m not o

I just had my first break-up yesterday and now I completely get how it can ruin someone's mood for days. Maybe for years, if you truly loved the person. I saw it happen with my Mom, and I honestly see it happening to me now. I still stand by my decision, though. David and I are no good for each other. Even if we make each other happy, there will always be so many things in our way because of our shared past. Hopefully, we can both put it behind us. I'm not sure how we can achieve that, though, when we go to the same school and have the same set of friends. Like now, Ari has summoned me to the Student Council Room for some unknown reason, and he surely is going to be there. Talk about an awkward situation. True. I could've easily said no. But Ari used the 'I just got out of the hospital' card so fast I didn't have time to blink. Apparently, they really needed help with preparations for the Winter formal. "Dina! Hi. So glad you can make it." Ari calls out to me as I pe

I gape at David, shivering and frozen at the corner of our small balcony. He looks back at me sheepishly, "I wanted to see you. I thought you'd be here." he says, his teeth chattering so bad I wouldn't be surprised if they fall off. I give Boi an exasperated look and my uncle holds up his hands in surrender, "To be fair, when he came looking for you here, I didn't know you guys are broken up." "And he just conveniently forgot to mention it," I say, transferring my glare back to David. He does not look sorry at all, he just continues to tremble from the cold in front of me. "I'm going to give you guys space," Boi announces. "No, you're not leaving. This is your--" I say, trying to drag Boi back, but he leaves so quickly, shrugging away from my hold. I flip my hair back in annoyance. Great. "I hope you freeze to death," I tell David. I start to slam close the balcony door, but the guilt washes over me, so I stalk towards Boi's room. Grabbing his comforter, I go back out and toss it

It's been two weeks since I've been with Black Dawn. The snow had fallen two days ago and now everyday is as cold as shit, I can feel the ice forming around my heart too. I miss everyone and I wish I can just talk to them even just for a minute. Surreptitiously, I look at my phone. I managed to swipe it last night from where Uncle Fern had hidden it and with my luck, it had run out of juice."He's not here yet, is he?" I ask the kid, the only person with me in this shithole of an apartment, enduring a stakeout that we're tasked to do."Not yet, Ma'am." the kid replies, spreading the takeout that he had just brought in on the table between us. He's a tall, lanky teen, who couldn't have been more than twelve or thirteen. I want to ask his name, but he was probably forbidden to tell me."How the fuck did you end up here?" I ask him instead, hoping at least to fill the silence between us."Sorry, I don't know what you mean." the kid replies, uneasy. I can tel