The Girl Who Cheated Death

me. I fell ill, a feverish chill that kept

oup and magazines. They were in the middle of telling me

ut he wasn't looking at me. His gaze darted arou

he demanded, h

g the blankets up to my chin, playing

r back!" he yelled, finally turning his furious eyes on

t into my room while I'm sick, not to ask h

ediately jumpe

e of them snapped. "Chloe is sick

nt than some stray

dark red. "You don't understand," he

than your girlfriend," I said, my voice tremblin

hatred in his eyes. He turned

Those clothes you're wearing. The designer jeans, the c

ew he had no choice. He stripped down to his worn-out, cheap t-shirt and frayed jeans

he door behind him. "You'll regret thi

I regretted e