bridge ☹ calum hood ☹ book two

the spectacular now.

on the sixth day,

 

drea was the one to speak first.

 

“park reminded me of you.”

 

she blurted as i sat down.

 

i groaned, “it’s because i look asian, right?”

 

she giggled and shook her head.

 

“no, it’s because you’re a nice person,

 

and you bring me books.”

 

i grinned, happy that she’d found me nice.

 

“thank you, by the way.”

 

she smiled shyly.

 

i felt like this was the first time she was actually talking to me,

 

like we were finally getting somewhere.

 

“you’re welcome,” i said,

 

placing the spectacular now on her thigh.

 

and on that sixth day,

 

i didn’t get up and leave.

 

sincerely,

calum

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8) this story makes me happy 8)