If I Were You

Chapter 1 Flynn

Now

I can barely hear Amy as she shouts at me over the roof of the car. Rain flattens my hair and runs down my collar as I yell back. My body fizzes with frustration.

Her freckled nose scrunches in displeasure; her brown eyes narrow. The sharp look winds me, a sudden memory of the night I first met her, the first time I’d seen her look like that. Only this time the anger is directed solely at me.

As I feel my body lift off the ground, the whole world a flash of bright light, the last thing I ask myself is: how did Amy and I get here after the start we had?