MEL
I sat on a stool in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal. My phone kept vibrating on the counter next to me. “Are you going to get that?” Dario asked from the sink. He was going to work later so he could see me off on the first day of school. Azeron was still upstairs, having slept late.
“No,” I said around my spoon. “It’s Delilah.”
She had dropped me off after the party the next morning. I had gotten up earlier than her and Junior to sneak down stairs and clean up. I couldn’t sleep that night. Delilah telling me it was okay to like Junior but also cautioning me had sent me down an emotional spiral. When I started to hear movement upstairs, I made myself a cup of coffee and pretended to have just gotten up by the time Junior came down. It took the three of us less than an hour to f
