No I’m not in love- Tate McRae You swear you’re only sleeping at Hawthorne House -six times in one week- because it’s convenient. Only dressing like him now—because it’s his clothes that fit you—and that’s a damn good reason. You told him one, two, three times, “Don’t be reading in the lines.” Every friend of yours, you’ve told them the same. No, you are not in love. You are not thinking about him. The sun’s not gonna come up. And you don’t hate every girl his eyes go to. You are not in love. The sky has never been blue. You don’t care what it looks like- or it feels like. You are not in love. Not with him. As the voices in your head get louder, your denial becomes more apparent. Three words rest on the tip of your tongue, ready to jump out; and ruin everything.