nineteen and unravelling
But Ashcroft was a different court, and Malik wasn't just a high school quarterback who lived down the street.
"I'm opening the app now, chill," I said, flipping back over and unlocking my screen.
I typed the handle he'd entered into the search bar. The second the profile popped up, I froze.
"Uh, Talia?" I leaned over the edge of my mattress, holding the phone out toward her. "Look at this real quick."