Austin Siegemund-Broka

ignore her, a boy-starved moth drawn to a polo-wearing flame.

“Nothing could be more perfect than the two of us playing doomed lovers.”

Not that that was a real example. Just an omen of things to come.

t’s happened time and time again. It’s not a “curse” or something stupid like that—it’s just more than a coincidence.

And it hurt. I won’t pretend it didn’t. But I knew the pattern. I knew what was going to happen with me and Tyler. And I understood I’d only get hurt worse trying to fight the inevitable. Better to let the relationship end before I fell for him for real.

I’d hate them if I weren’t happy for them.

me, Anthony falls fast and falls often. The difference is, he falls hard

Alyssa Sanchez is looking at me like she wishes I would go full-Juliet and stab myself with a dagger right about now.

respecting this boy who can admit to stage fright and appreciating Romeo and Juliet.

with a hint of a smile. I laugh, and his smile widens until it lights up his face.