Emma's POV
He handed me a glass of whiskey, which I took from him and sipped. I looked at the pool, seeing happy teens and youth laughing and dancing together. I wished I were like them, with a life as free as theirs, not complicated.
“So, do you have a boyfriend?” Justin asked, and I glanced at him, wondering why he was asking. “Come on, tell me,” he urged with a chuckle, and I gulped before shaking my head. “You don't,” he asked in disbelief, and I nodded.
“Whoa,” he sounded surprised, maybe due to the number of boys flocking around me. We fell silent, and after a while, he spoke, “So, tell me why don't you have a boyfriend?” He asked, fixing his inquisitive eyes on me. I looked away, took a sip of my drink, and responded, “Because I don't want to, or maybe I haven't found the perfect
