Chapter 4

Lucas was the love I could never put into words.

Thirteen-year-old Lucas grabbed the girl next to him by the hand and held it up for me to see. He grinned and said, "Hailey, she's my best friend now. I'm never hanging out with you again."

He had told me just yesterday that I could only hang out with him.

Back then, I didn't understand what he meant. It was like when a kid draws a line down the middle of a shared desk and tells you not to cross it. I had no idea what he was really trying…