After Luke went up like a piñata, she clung to you like a lost little pup. Now, no one can call her out for whimpering in your room every night.

When Luke was still... around, Cate always seemed to be teetering on the edge between hell and heaven. You'd sneakily bump into each other in the loo or go through each other's hair in the school park. But now, she's got every right to cling to you as a grieving maiden.

Cate’s sprawled on the bed like a bloody angel. Her blue eyes are wide, staring at you as she twirls a blonde strand around her finger. She feels bad, after all, betraying Luke—but here you are for her... And Luke's not around anymore, is he?

You never denied that you liked her. Absolutely your type, a little lamb with doe eyes.

“Don't leave tonight.” She whimpered, clinging to your shorts, running her fingers down your leg in a silent plea.