Emmer Wilde’s Reviews > Billy Summers > Status Update

Made the JV team of soccer, so

Hehe

I sat there on the bench, wrapped in a towel that smelled like Peyton’s cologne, with Chase’s Gatorade in my hand, and I realized I couldn't breathe. This was it. The most awful word in the world wasn't "alone" or "caught" anymore.

It was traitor.

"I... I can explain," I managed to choke out, but even to my own ears, it sounded like the worst lie ever told.

the quote for the chapter is lyrics from traitor

A new quote of my new book

"The most awful word in the world wasn't "alone" anymore. It was "caught.""

Bed time

I like Mango juice