Alexandria

As the door opened, Bryce met me face to face. For only a moment I forgot to walk; instead, I stood mesmerized by Bryce's face, more accurately, by the large egg-like elevation on his left cheek. I fought to pull my gaze from the purple contusion to his eyes. Once I did, my lower lip disappeared between my teeth.

“Sorry.” As soon as the apology left my lips, I regretted uttering the word. I wasn't sorry that I'd head-butted him. I was sorry that he'd ...