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headed out of my room and into the bathroom, where I showered, washed my hair and scrubbed and shaved every inch of my body before returning to my room, wrapped tightly in a towel. After I dried and changed into my underwear and pyjamas, I got to work on drying my hair. When I got into bed and everything was quiet and dark, my mind screamed my worries at me.

My Uncle Harry’s funeral was tomorrow.

Kale’s son was dead, and Kale was alone and empty inside.

I forced the thoughts from my mind and stared up, smiling at the glow in the dark stickers of the solar system that lit up the ceiling of my room.

“I can’t believe they’re still lighting up,” I murmured to myself.

I forced my eyes to stay open and prayed that I wouldn’t fall asleep, because for once, I didn’t want morning to come. Morning meant burying my uncle.

Morning meant a permanent goodbye.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Fifteen years old (eleven years ago)

Lane, your friend is sooooo cute,” Anna O’Leary gushed to me as she looked up from her phone. “He just posted a new selfie with your brother Lochlan – who is also extremely cute, by the way – on social media and it is hawt.”

I didn’t need to ask for clarification on what cute friend Anna was talking about. I only had one male friend, and he was indeed very cute.

“He’s okay, I guess,” I mumbled, downplaying the fact that I wholeheartedly agreed Kale was cute, and then some.

Anna giggled again. “Does he have a girlfriend by any chance?”

A girlfriend? I looked up at Anna, giving her my full attention.

“Why?” I quizzed.

She dead-panned, “Because I want to introduce him to a girl I think would be very happy to kiss and date him – in other words, me.”

I blinked, dumbly.

Anna wants to date Kale and kiss him? I thought. I don’t like that.

“You’re fifteen,” I said, stating the obvious.

Anna raised her eyebrows. “I’m sixteen next month. What’s your point?”

“What do you mean ‘what’s my point’? You’re sixteen next month, and Kale is nineteen next month,” I said with an arched eyebrow.

Could she not see that the age gap was weird? I knew it was only three years, but we were still little girls . . . I mean, weren’t we? We were only fifteen.

Ally Day – who was studying with us – giggled, and Anna smirked. “Exactly. I always wanted an older boyfriend.”

I blinked, unsure of how to feel.

“Kale isn’t right for you, Anna. He is pretty much a man.”

She sighed dreamingly. “I know. That’s why I want him so bad.”

Ally was still giggling, so I took it she was on board with Anna. I continued to stare at Anna with a shocked expression on my face.

“You’re so stupid,” I said, my tone a little shrill.

I resisted the urge to slap my hand over my mouth because I didn’t mean to say that out loud.

Anna snapped out of her Kale-transfixed daydream and trained her now-narrowed green eyes on me. “I am not stupid. Don’t be jealous of me just because you got friendzoned by the hottest lad we know.”

I felt my cheeks flush with heat when Ally laughed. I didn’t know why she was laughing at what Anna said; she was supposed to be my friend.

“I didn’t get friendzoned by Kale,” I said defensively. “We have just always been friends. It’s never been like that with us.”

I wished it was like that, but it just wasn’t.

“Duh,” Anna said, and gave me a dirty look. “Like he could ever go for someone who looks like you? Hello, ugly alert.”

I hate when she does this, a voice in my mind hissed. She calls me names and upsets me whenever she gets mad at me, and Ally just sits there!

Anna snorted. “And why do you think that is, Lane? You look eight instead of fifteen. You have no boobs, your teeth still have tracks on them, you wear glasses, you have acne and you’re fat. You’re lucky he even bothers to acknowledge you at all, you ugly cow!”

“Yeah,” Ally chimed in, folding her arms across her chest, “I can’t believe we even bothered to hang out with you; you’re such a loser.”

My stomach twisted, and my heart pounded against my chest.

“I have to go home now,” I whispered, and quickly gathered my textbooks and shoved them into my school bag.

Without a word or look in Anna or Ally’s direction, I turned and ran out of Anna’s bedroom. I ran down the stairs, flung