Enzo
Nina and I shook hands and agreed to be “friends” for now.
“You can’t just let this happen,” Fio growled, angry with me for letting it come to this as I watched Nina walk away.
“I know,” I replied with an outward sigh, sticking my hands in my pockets and making my way toward where my motorcycle was parked.
I wasn’t going to let this happen. For whatever reason, Nina Harper was special to me and I had to have her. If being a good “friend” for a while was what it would take to get her to see that I was the best choice, then so be it; but that didn’t mean that I wasn’t going to try in some other ways to gain her affection, too.
I went to hockey practice that day and let out my frustrations by training harder than I had in a long time. My teammates were both surprised and annoyed by
