*Shelby*

I woke up Friday morning stiff and uncomfortable. I’d tossed and turned in my bed all night, worrying about what I was going to say to Michael. I wasn’t sure I was ready to see him again, but I was done feeling like I had to watch over my shoulder everywhere I went, waiting for Blaine to be there following me in his black hoodie.

Around midnight, as I was staring at the ceiling, I decided to get up and watch a movie, hoping to take my ...