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A guy leaned against one of the big old oak trees, hands shoved into the front pockets of his jeans, a bag at his feet His head was down so he didn’t see me, because his hair covered round furiously

Trevor

I must have said his name out loud, because he raised his head Orat all and it was coincidence

But as I stared across the street at him, I couldn’t deny the little bit of happiness I felt Chest tight, I waved again and then lifted the hair off the back of my neck

I felt like I was back in sixth grade, staring across the closet at this boy as larger than life A boy whose gravity pull was so strong, it was enough to suck me in

He lifted his chin as if to say hey and gave a small wave

I could have done one of two things at this point I could have given hi old bird salute Or I could let his gravity work its ic and pull me in

Two guesses as to which one won

“Everly,” he said, a hint of gruff in his voice

I’d crossed the street and stood a few inches aary of his pull and not entirely sure I’d ht choice

“You’re really late,” I retorted

For a moment his eyes dropped, and I felt like a shit

“Sorry, I just…” His voice trailed off as he stared across the street at the library “I’ve been out here for almost half an hour My dad dropped me off on his way back from lunch, but I just…”

A feard moments passed as I watched him, and it was then I knew

“Mrs Henney can be a little overwhelet it”