Chapter 7 It Were You

• Tatiana
• I try to be in my best mood possible in school. I make a mental note to myself to nod, smile, or make side remarks anytime Emily says something. I tell myself, like I did yesterday, that if I act normally, then my need for Hasan would vanish.
• I wouldn’t have to get tingles anytime our gaze meets in class, or I won’t have that burning need to pull his seatmate’s hair whenever she flirtatiously caresses his arm whenever she talks to him. For fuck’s sake, we’re in class, and she deserves detention or some kind of punishment for talking in class.