I decided to share a section from the manuscript I finished last year. I revised it a couple of times and need to do another round but edits for my debut are currently ruling my writing life! It’s a YA Contemporary Romance titled Me Without You. My MC, Sasha, is dealing with a lot of change and questioning where she fits in her relationship with her long time boyfriend, Cody. Hope you enjoy!
My chest hurt by the time the bell rang, and I got out of there as fast as possible. Cody met me outside the door. His darks eyes lit and a smile spread when he grabbed for my hand.
“How was class?” He asked as everyone around us waved at him.
I locked my jaw and fought the rush of resentment.
“You okay?” Cody squeezed my hand.
“Oh-kay, but usually when you say you’re fine, you don’t actually mean fine. Do you need food?”
He lifted my hand and gave it a kiss.
The anger that assaulted me earlier receded a little. “No. Just have a lot on my mind. Sorry, didn’t mean to bite your head off.”
“Here,” Cody pulled out a chocolate. I grabbed it. “And this,” with his other hand he produced a flower. “It’s not real, because I know how you feel about getting real flowers.” It was wasteful. “But I figure it’ll look good in your locker.”
I took the pink rose and smelled it. “Did you spray perfume on this?”
He shrugged. “Wanted it to be as real as possible.”
Warmth spread across my heart. He could be really thoughtful at times.
Cody pulled me into another darkened alcove, which sounded more and more like the title to a movie about us.
“Cody, we have two minutes until the bell rings.”
“I know. Just wanted to kiss you.”
“Next Thursday can we go back to our usual post school ice cream and movie day?” I asked before he could lay one on me.
Cody hesitated, his lips hovering over mine. His eyes shifted to the ground before he finally met my questioning stare.
He cleared his throat. “I have plans.” He didn’t elaborate.
“But the season is over and you don’t have practice anymore.”
His arms tightened around my waist. “But basketball is about to start up and I need to work on my shot.”
The lie rested between us. Cody’s shot didn’t need work because he continued to condition even during the off season, no matter what sport he played at the time. Thursdays used to be one of our traditions he’d decided to drop last spring and I couldn’t figure out why. Another knot formed in my stomach. I trusted Cody, but I knew he had been keeping something from me and I hated the uncertainty and resentment it caused. I moved to say something, but he quickly kissed me.
“Stop worrying, Sash,” he whispered in my ear. “After tomorrow we’ll be us again.”
Us. What a novel idea. It used to always just be us.
“Okay,” I whispered, pushing away the intense desire to cry. “That’ll be nice.”
Nice. Normal. Cody, me, and what we used to be.