Chapter 212

• "Wiggles."
• My voice was loud and clear just as his lips were about to brush mine. He looked defeated letting go of me instantly and stepped away. He tucked his hands in his pockets and watched me try to regain my balance on the ground.
• "Get ready early." He tried to mask the hurt in his voice but the look on his face told a different story. He was gazing at me like I had just stabbed him, his tongue rolled along the inside of his cheeks and he brought something out from his pockets and began to press it, his stress ball, "I want us to leave before the funeral processions."