Chapter 16

• It has been a week since the last time I spoke to Nick. Since that kiss, we haven't talked, let alone looked at each other. The first few days after our argument in the bathroom didn't seem so hard because there was still a small glimmer of hope that Nick would come to me and say he didn't mean what he said there, that he only said it because he was angry with me and said it without thinking. That moment never came.
• I spent all day in my room, writing, reading, listening to music, cleaning; I would do anything to not leave my room and see Nick, every time I did, I wanted to push him against the wall, kiss him until it hurt and I ran out of air. Yes, that's how crazy I am. I don't feel like Samantha anymore. Someone else has taken over my body.
• Today I got tired of hiding in my room all day and only going out to eat, which I hardly ever did because I never had an appetite.