Marcie
Every rustle in the bushes or shifting shadow makes me jump. When I finally reach the door, my fingers shake around the keys. My lips buzz like they’re reminding me of what just happened, making it impossible to forget. I just kissed Ben. Ben just kissed me. And I still don’t know if I’m crazy, or he’s exactly like Ryan.
When I finally force the door open, Heather twists around on the couch.
“Holy s**t! Text next time, okay?” she says. “I thought you were getting ax-murdered or something.”
I take a deep breath. I’ve really enjoyed having someone in my life who doesn’t look at me like I’m crazy. That’s at least half the reason I stopped living with my assigned roommate from freshman year. That, and her weird obsession with cabbage. But Heather is the only friendly face inside the
