Eighteen-year-old Chloe wants to figure out why her brother killed himself, but when her escalating obsession drives away her girlfriend and best friend, she must decide if having the answer is worth the cost.
Usually his words comforted me, but other times they annoyed me.
Each step I took up the stairwell, my nerves grew exponentially. It’s only book club, I repeated. Cricket’s got a crush, Brock’s voice teased.
I rolled my eyes at his comment and the stupid nickname he used to call me, but he was right. In a few minutes, I’d see her for the first time outside of class.
Beautiful long blonde hair, gorgeous full red lips, and a big chest to match. Perfection in every way. Unfortunately, she was also my Freshman Composition teacher. Teaching assistant technically, so she couldn’t be more than a few years older than me. Not that it mattered.
I could imagine the horror on her face if she found out I liked her. She wouldn’t smile and laugh it off like she did with the guys in class who lusted over her.
A female student—yeah, that’d trip her out.
Nobody knew I was gay. Not here at college. Not at home. And Brock took that secret to the grave when the noose snapped his neck.
I didn’t want to think about him. Not now. Tonight was supposed to be fun. I shoved those thoughts to the back of the mind.