The Perfect Spiral Book PDF Free by Ashley Constantine

“No, uh, we… had a cupcake fight. I’ll clean it up,” I say, bending down to pick up the cupcake. Knox helps me, and we toss it in the trash. He holds the door open for me as we leave the kitchen. Delilah calls after us, “Where y’all going?” “I need to shower. I smell…

FUCK! Now it looks bad! “Woah! When was that?” Andy asked, shocked. “When I was coming home from Savannah.” I replied, my attention still glued to the TV. “Sources say that they have been together for a while, that she is his childhood sweetheart and she is the reason why he never committed to any…

He doesn’t see me like that! Dammit, this is so frustrating! Walking back to the kitchen to help Andy. I need to keep my mind away from all of this. My thoughts are racing in my head, in case you can’t tell! I will ignore everyone today and sleep it all off. Sleeping solves everything,…

“Hey, Alex!” Selena greets me, her arms cradling a stack of folders. I groan inwardly, already knowing why she’s approaching me. Knox. Ever since the airport incident, it’s been all about Knox. Every girl on campus has: 1) Asked me if we’re dating, to which I’ve always replied no. 2) Inquired about his availability, to…

“What did he say, sweetheart?” Wes asked, breaking my gaze on Andy. “He apologized for being an asshole to me all these years.” ? Wes let out a bellowing laugh, so loud that he bent over, clutching his stomach. I couldn’t help but smile. I’d only seen Wes laugh like that a handful of times,…

He paced back and forth, running his hands through his hair. His back was to me, his shoulders rising and falling with each heavy breath. His hands were clasped behind his head. That’s when I saw it. His red knuckles. The dried blood. The bruises. But he’d said we. Who was we? “Who’s we?” I…

Help me!! “Ok,” I managed to breathe out. Really, Alex? That’s all you could come up with? Get a grip. I cleared my throat, looked away from him, and moved out of his touch to stand up. He walked hesitantly towards the door and opened it, poking his head out to listen for any sounds….

“Back to bed. I’m not ready to play nice with those two yet.” I tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he held me firm, pulling me back towards him. “Oh no, you don’t. You’re not leaving me alone with those two. Come on.” With a swift movement, he scooped me up, slinging me…

The memory associated with it made me uncomfortable. He released his hold on the jersey-my jersey? I wasn’t sure what to call it. I pulled it over my head and let it hang mid-thigh. “Is that from him?” he asked, referring to my so-called father. I sighed heavily. “Can we please not bring him up?”…

This is a living nightmare! After a few moments, all I could hear was the sound of their kisses. Maybe they’re too drunk to do anything else? I convinced myself they wouldn’t go any further and settled back into my pillow, ready to drift back to sleep. The sound of their kissing was nauseating, but…