I frowned, placing a hand on his arm. “Drake.” Drake snapped his eyes over to me, his muscles tensing as he likely prepared some kind of retort. But then his shoulders slackened, and he let out a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair. “I know, I know. I can’t strong-arm her into falling back in

Hannah I waved my hand as I stepped up to the podium, that well-practiced smile of mine spread across my face. The flash of the cameras was nearly blinding, but I didn’t let it faze me—this moment was too important for that. “Hello, everyone,” I said warmly as I leaned into the microphone. “Than

Noah Noah couldn’t stop himself from practically vibrating with rage as he watched Hannah and Drake laughing together, clinking their glasses and making plans to be ‘dinner buddies’. Goddess, it made Noah sick. And what made it even worse was the way that Drake looked at her; the way his eyes cr

Hannah I glared daggers at Noah as I yanked him closer, my fingers still twisted in the fabric of his shirt. His eyes widened in surprise, but I didn’t care—he had just been caught red-handed, watching us like some kind of detective on a case. “What the hell are you doing here?” I hissed, twisti

Hannah I watched with disgust as Noah stepped up to the platform and slapped his money down on the counter of the game stand. “How much to win that stuffed dolphin up there?” he asked, pointing up at the toy. The bored-looking teenager running the stand simply shrugged, not even following Noah