Lark was lying on her bed in her childhood bedroom and staring at the ceiling, contemplating whether or not she was ready to talk to Ollie yet. Her phone rang and she lifted it, checked the number, ignored it, and then let the phone fall to her chest. Nope. She wasn’t ready.
“Told you she was ignoring us.”
She turned her head to her window and saw two faces leaning in. She sat up in her bed.
“Seriously. You climbed the drainpipe.” She couldn’t believe her eyes. She grimaced at Max. “Should you be exerting yourself?”
Ollie sneered, “do you actually care?”
Max elbowed his sister but then responded to Lark, “I’m supposed to be remaining stress free but you’re being an asshole and making my blood pressure increase.”
“I’m being an asshole? What do you call a man who repeatedly ignores a
