I Love You More Than I'm Afraid (Our Forevers #2) by Rebel Hart

Author:Rebel Hart [Hart, Rebel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B08XZSGWRJ
Goodreads: 57405483
Publisher: #PrB.rating#4.6
Published: 2021-04-19T23:00:00+00:00

12

Arden

Three designs had survived my weeks-long, grueling, narrowing process for which one I was planning to submit with my application for Y.I.I.P. I didn’t expect that the actual selection process would take me as long as it did, but before I knew it, it was the middle of April, and the application was due the first of June. I still had to actually build whatever I picked, write the application essay, get my letters of recommendation, and schedule my interview. There was still so much to do. On top of all of that, I was grinding my way through final projects and exams, and preparing for graduation.

So I was feeling a little overwhelmed.

“Ar-den!” A thump against my head snapped me to attention and I looked over to see Aria leaning in my direction from her desk. “What’s going on? I’ve called your name like three times.”

“Sorry,” I replied. “I’ve narrowed my application down to three designs and I can’t decide which one I want to build. The most impressive of the three is going to take forever and it has a lot of electronic parts that could be faulty or get damaged during travel. The simplest and cheapest one to build is a little underwhelming, and the one that strikes right in the middle of those two, I don’t know, I just don’t feel like it really screams Arden.”

“Miss Namon, Miss Montel. Focus please,” the teacher, Miss Eastman, called.

“Sorry,” we resounded.

Aria leaned back in her chair and then a few seconds later a chat request popped up on the L.E.D. screen laid into my desk. It was from Aria so I clicked it.

“Let’s meet after school and pick a design. Eastman’s final is the most difficult in the whole school. We really should be paying attention, especially you because you’re already miserable at history.”

I snorted and replied, “Why do I need to know when a whole bunch of problematic people were born or when countries were founded on the blood, sweat and tears of the same people they now persecute? Unless it’s unpacking and disregarding history, I’m not interested.”

As soon as I hit send, Aria let out a snort and her hands flew up to her mouth. Miss Eastman looked up from her lecture, her eyes narrowed on Aria. “Have I said something funny, Miss Montel?”

Aria shook her head. “No ma’am. Sorry.”

“I expect the disruptions from our resident class clown,” her eyes briefly flicked to me, “but you’re usually much better behaved than this. All of this material will be covered on the final, so please pay attention.”

“Yes ma’am. Sorry.” A few kids giggled and Aria seemed legitimately embarrassed. I felt bad. She wasn’t entirely a goody-two-shoes, but she was pretty damn close, and it was clear she didn’t take well to getting in trouble. If she wasn’t trying to keep me in line, she wouldn’t have any problems.

I opened our chat and typed, “Sorry I got you in hot water. I’ll pay attention. Coffee’s on me after school.”

Aria side-eyed me with a smile and nodded and I was glad I was able to paper over it pretty easily.

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