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I prop my arms on my raised knees and pretend to ad in my life came as easily as it does with numbers I wasn’t just admitted into AP in science, but in math, too School told Dad rae of numbers that pushed me over

"You’re the anti-me, aren’t you?" she says

I chuckle and it comes out bitter I aood with the world "Yeah"

Her forehead furrows as she readsstuff Your brain is built for math whereas mine isn’t Like how you kne to apply the kinematic equation I know the equation, but I have a hard ti you’re smart"

"It’s a small town, Breanna You’ve heard the rumors about ards the old abandoned trestle It’s not the first tio on the trestle?"

I nod

"Is it safe?"

Evidently not for trains I stand and extend er to explore and I like seeing her sers into , our hands twined together I’ve never held a girl’s hand before Not in a way that in thinking thoughts that would cause Breanna to deht also be this soft

The pressure of her delicate fingers is heavier thanon to a promise and it causesher? About touching her? I’ve done things with girls a ently pull and she hops to her feet Breanna didn’t need my help, and as I attempt to release her, she squeezeswithin et nervous, but Breanna transports me to all sorts of new places It’s not her physical proxi to o of one another, but alk close through the tall grass The sound of the rushing water grows as we approach the bridge Her hand buers, but I have no clue if she seesto see her

Breanna inhales, then pushes out a question "I heard you failed fifth grade Is that true?"

"I was held back" We reach the foot of the bridge and I shove my hands into my pockets

She toes the wood of the track and assesses the rusting iron "You’re smart A hell of a lot smarter than most Definitely smarter than what--"