Twelve
Savannah
I sit in Juno’s apartment in downtown Lake Starlight, drinking water from the faucet and eating the last of her pizza-flavored Pringles. “He’ll be at work tonight, and that’s when I’ll go over to get my stuff.”
“I’ll help, but can I just say one thing?” Juno gulps down a large amount of water. The girl is still dehydrated from being wasted off champagne last night.
“You’ve said enough.” And she has. Her pro-Liam speeches need to cease and desist.
“But—”
“He thinks just because we’re physically attracted to one another, it means something more than what it is. I can’t date Liam Kelly. We’re completely unsuited for each other.”
Juno’s forehead crinkles. “Why?”
She doesn’t get it. Juno was only twelve when our parents died. She was so wrapped up in herself, she never b
