Lila
I had a boyfriend.
That sentence kept popping into my head the entire ride home, and every time it did, I had to fight the stupid smile trying to take over my face.
Not just any boyfriend either.
Shawn.
If somebody had told me at the beginning of the school year that Shawn Mathews would eventually ask me to be his girlfriend, I probably would’ve laughed, then gone home and cried because even imagining it would’ve reminded me how impossible it was. Back then, he didn’t know my name. I knew what classes he had, where he sat at lunch, who his friends were, and probably way too much about his football schedule. Meanwhile, I could’ve walked past him wearing a flashing neon sign and he still might’ve called me Lilac.
Now he’d kissed me twice.
Life was seriously weird.
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