I should be glad that I am popular, that everyone was looking at me as Nate led me through the crowded gala hall and onto the balcony.

I didn't want the popularity though. Especially for such term, felt like drama girl.

Regardless, the music thumped behind us, the sound dulled as the glass doors clicked shut. Cold night air kissed my skin, raising goosebumps along my arms.

But I wasn’t glad.

I was tired. Tired of pretending.

Nate leaned against the railing, watching me quietly. ...