Touch Me, Daddy
“You can tell yourself that if you like. And while you’re at it, you can order the world to stop turning. I’ll still be gone in two weeks.”
Stefan scowls at me, and for once in my life, I scowl back. The expression feels weird on my face, because I’m always the perky one. The happy-go-lucky girl next door. The ball of sunshine who cheers everybody else up, and makes sure people are happy and comfortable.
Not right now. Right now, my forehead is creased, and my eyes burn with frustration, and my cheeks are red-hot. I’m a first-time glarer, but I’m giving it my all.