Hannah was too busy tormenting other people so I didn't have a hard time hiding my friendship with Arden — if you'd consider us friends in the first place.

At this point, Arden was my little secret.

No one knew about the late night road trips, the way we'd sneak letters on each other's lockers, and how we kissed under the shade of the oak tree by the abandoned school yard.

If Hannah knew all of this, I was done for.

But that was crazy right? This whole thing was absurd. Until when was I going to care about Hannah and this stupid popularity ladder?

When would I stop?

What disappointed me further was the voice inside my head that told me I'd never.

Even if I wanted to.