❝I think you're my favorite person.❞
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Since childhood, Lila's had her mind set on what she wants. And now in her senior year, that's getting into West Michigan State University. But her overbearing...
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MY MIND KEEPS wandering back to what happened in Chase's hallway yesterday.
The pained expression on his face will forever be embedded in my mind. To say I was shocked when he'd called that woman his mother is an understatement.
She looked like she hadn't slept in days, her eyes rimmed firmly with dark patches. And I know my place, I can't judge her. I don't know her or what happened between them, for that matter.
She looks better than the last one.
What did that mean? I tried to tell myself I didn't care. That Chase's life isn't really my business.
But curiosity eats away at me, remembering the way she had spoke to him—and him to her. Which is why I find myself now standing in front of Blake and Lucas, who seem to be having yet another argument.
The day these boys stopped arguing is the day pigs will fly: which is never.
I clear my throat loudly enough, causing them to turn their heads toward me. "Matthews!" Lucas chants, bumping his shoulder with mine. "Come for a round two with our Chasey? I have a bottle of water in my backpack. "
Blake rolls his eyes, casting off Lucas' words. "Rhodes isn't here. He got locked into a conversation with Mr. Wilson," Blake informs me.
I'm tempted to tell them I already know this, we have history class together, after all. But I keep my lips sealed.
"I was actually looking for you two," I say, trying to sound as casual as possible.
Lucas smirks, "Our Chasey not doing it for you anymore?"
Blake elbows him in the stomach, "Thank you," I say narrowing my eyes at Lucas, he nods.
"We're all ears, Lila," Blake encourages, throwing a glare in Lucas's direction.
I clear my throat once again, wondering how I should go about this. I can't just come out and say it, can I? That would be weird.
Not to mention they would start asking questions, and Lord knows I don't have the time for that.
"I was—uh, wondering," I begin, wringing my hands out.
"I sometimes wonder too. Here's a tip: don't," Lucas winks at me and I blow out a breath.
"Just ignore him, we've all learned to," Blake reassures, waving his hand about.
"I was just wondering about...Chase's...football game?" I say, mentally banging my head against a wall.
God, that is not why I came at all. I actually plan to steer very clear of that field, giving what happened last time.
My bruise still hasn't fully gone away, something I took notice of this morning. The yellowish tint still prominent even under my concealer.
