Noah

I swear, Jessa Lombardi has a permanent target painted on her back.

Not that she knows it—but I can’t stop aiming for it. It’s too easy. She’s too easy. The way her cheeks flush when I throw out a jab, the way her eyes spark like she’s caught between wanting to deck me and wanting to disappear.

Most girls roll their eyes or toss something back. Jessa… she feels everything. And I can’t help it—I like watching her squirm.

Even if sometimes, afterward, I wonder why I push ...