Page 12 of Trapped In You: A BWWM Romance

Someone with a complexion like mine.

Someone who barely gets any screen time.

The professional eye-roller.

The token black friend.

Am I… Kaz?

My heart drops to my toes.

I get sucked into a romantic drama and I’m not even the main character.

Just my life.

Don’t be ridiculous. This isn’t real.

“They’re like what?” Catherine prods.

“They’re like royalty,” I say, moving forward in a daze.

In the movie, after Kaz says this line, B4 footage appears on-screen. A narrator describes each of the friends and how rich they are.

I squeeze my eyes shut to force that familiar speech out of my head. It’s a little pathetic that I’ve watched the film so many times I can recite the character draft in my sleep.

Which is what I’m doing right now.

Sleeping.

It’s just a matter of time until I wake up.

…

Any minute now.

But that minute passes.

The clock at the end of the hallway ticks in fast, impatient strokes.

My eyes dart around the hallway that’s emptying as students filter into the gym.

“Should I slam my body into a door and see what happens?” I mumble.

“What?” Catherine looks disturbed.

“Nothing.”

She plays nervously with the tattered strap of her worn bag. “You haven’t told me your name.”

“Shanel.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Shanel.” Catherine offers her hand.

I stare at it.

Reach out.

Clasp it.

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