Reed POV
“HEATHER!!!”
I watch as Heather’s feet slide on the loose dirt at the edge of the cliff. No, no, no, this can’t be happening. Why were we even fighting over her? I lunged for her at the same time as I saw Lucas out of the corner of my eye doing the same. Lucas manages to get a grip on her wrist but her sweater sleeve starts sliding over her hand. Sh*t she doesn’t have it done up, it’s going to slide right off her. I made another grab for her. Her shirt had ridden up when she was flailing her arms exposing the waist band of her jean shorts. I lunged to grab hold of it and with probably more strength than was needed, I pulled. The three of us landed in a pile about two feet away from the edge with Heather on top of us wrapped in our arms, pinning her to our chests. The three of us
