Chapter Seven
A lot of s**t has been a pain in the ass since I broke my arm, but the worst is typing on my phone. My laptop collects dust in the corner and I lean my back on the headboard, scrolling through i********: again.
I like my alone time, but tonight, I’m bored as f**k because of this damn injury. Usually I’d be in Park City, hanging out at my go-to bars or messing around on my board.
Clicking on my new notifications, my stomach drops when I see the name of the person who just started following me. Too curious for my own good, I click on her profile.
Summer Gorges. Although she’s crossed my mind on occasion, usually as a reminder not to make the same mistake twice, I haven’t seen her in a long time.
I click on her selfie profile pic. Her hair is still a light shade of purple a
