What if we stayed? What if I didn't tell him?
No, Dawn, no! You must go! You can't stay here!
But what if- No!
"Ugh!" I groan as I throw myself down on my bed.
"Sis, stop beating yourself up," Jesse says from behind his book.
I ignore the comment and continue thinking.
He doesn't even talk to you anymore, Dawn. He doesn't like you. He never did. Why kid yourself? No one will ever think or feel that way for you.
"You and Ryder need to finish that project," Jesse says.
"That was random."
"I was just thinking," he puts his book down, "finish the project, then tell dad at the end of the semester."
"Hm," I shrug. It'd make starting over easier. Just finish my second semester of senior year somewhere else instead of cutting it off in the middle of first semester.
"Smart," I nod, "Jesse, you're a genius."
"I try," he says as he picks his book back up.
Next step, make up with Ryder.