Your Destruction Is Not My Problem
Language: en
It started after school, right when the late afternoon sun hits the lockers and turns the dust motes into gold. The new transfer student cornered Hallie, blocking her path to the tutoring center where we’d spent every Tuesday since seventh grade. He spun her a story that sounded like it was ripped from a bad sci-fi novel. He told her he was a "Player" in a high-stakes simulation, and she was his "Objective." If he failed to capture her heart, he said, his existence would be wiped. Deleted. Hallie believed him. From that day on, Hallie—the girl who color-coded her notes and dreamed of…