I land heavily on my hands, my face just inches from the ground. I rise back onto the balls of my feet and stand up slowly. I hide behind my hair not daring to look at Gabe.
Did he see? Of course he saw how could he have missed it? I finally gather the courage to look up from behind my hair. He saw.
We continue to walk.
"So, do you do that often?" He asks, I can hear the smile in his voice.
Oh god. "um, yeah, pretty often." I reply staring at my toes hoping he doesn't notice the flaming shade of red my cheeks have turned.
"Well then," he takes my small pale hand in his large one "if better take this to make sure it doesn't happen again"
"Um, ok" my heart is racing. holding hands is just a thing that friends do, isn't it? I mean he can't like me or anything. I've known this guy for less than 24 hours for crying out loud.
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Roman pour AdolescentsThis is a story about a young girl called Lottie. This book will follow her train of thoughts as she experiences life and just how quickly things can change. This is also my first piece of writing and i have no idea in what direction i am heading so...
