Do you Dare by Lylah James EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Lylah James
- ISBN: B07ZM7WG8M
- Language: English
- Genre: Literary Fiction
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- Page: 410
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Three and a half years ago
Lila
“Motherfuck–” My mouth snapped shut before I hissed out
another painful breath as my knees threatened to buckle under
me.
The coffee table stared back at me innocently, and I glared
in response. Little shit. I gave it a kick, with my uninjured leg,
just for the heck of it.
My morning was a mess already, and I fought the urge to
take out my anger on the coffee table. Granted, it just bruised
my knees, but in reality, the fault was mine.
My alarm didn’t go off, which obviously meant I woke up
late. Very late. First period classes had already ended, and it
was halfway through second period. Then, in my struggle to
get dressed hurriedly, I ended up tearing a hole in my white
and pristine school blouse. Great. What a lovely morning
already.
Scrambling away from the little table, I ran out of my
grandparents’ house and quickly locked the door behind me. I
had to catch the bus in two minutes, or else I was going to be
mega-fucking-late. The next bus wouldn’t be here for another
thirty-five minutes.
As I ran to the nearest bus stop, I quickly went over my
morning list in my head. Four very important things. Phone –
yes. Earphones – yes. Keys – yes. My English assignment –
yes.
Everything seemed to be in order. Now, I just had to make it
on time for my third period class, so I could submit my
English essay on time. Or else…
I shook my head, refusing to even think of the
consequences. My heart started to race and beat erratically at
the mere thought of getting a zero on this assignment.
No way. It would ruin my perfect record of straight As. My
grandma liked to joke and say I was paranoid and a little too
OCD about my marks. My grandpa, with a proud little laugh,
would say I was a perfectionist. They weren’t exactly wrong.
My perfect GPA, plus my thousand hours of community
service and volunteer work, would get me into Harvard. And it
was all that mattered. Harvard was my path. It was my
destination, and it was where I belonged. Maybe my
grandparents were right. Maybe I was obsessed with the idea
of “perfection.” But I didn’t care. If perfection would get me
everything I wanted, then Miss Perfectionist I’d be.
The bus came on time, and I successfully climbed in
without any more bad luck. My favorite seat at the back of the
bus was waiting for me. It gave me the perfect view of the
whole bus, and it was a window seat. Once my earphones were
in, “Hands to Myself” by Selena Gomez started to blast in my
ears. I leaned my forehead against the cool window and
watched the world move.
This was probably my favorite part of my morning routine.
I’d always been an observer, and one could learn a lot in a tenminute bus ride.
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