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"And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him."
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Billie dreaded moving to Forks, Washington. It was gloomy, it was depressing. But it turned out to be the best decision of her life.
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Based off of Stephanie Me...
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I made my way to English in a daze. I didn't even realise when I first walked into that class had already started.
"Thank you for joining us, Miss Eilish," Mr Mason said in a disparaging tone.
I flushed and hurried to my seat.
It wasn't till class ended that I realised Mike wasn't sitting in his usual seat next to me. I felt a twinge of guilt. But he and Eric both met me at the door as usual, so I figured I wasn't entirely unforgiven.
Mike seemed to become more himself as we walked, gaining enthusiasm as he talked about the weather report for this weekend.
The rain was supposed to take a minor break, and so maybe his beach trip would be possible. I tried to sound eager to make up for disappointing him yesterday. It was hard; rain or no rain, it would still only be in the high forties, if we were lucky.
The rest of the morning passed in a blur.
It was difficult to believe that I hadn't just imagined what Grayson had said, and the way his eyes had looked. Maybe it was just a sheer, convincing dream that I'd confused with reality. That seemed more probable than that I appealed to him on any level.
So I was impatient and frightened, as Jessica and I entered the cafeteria.
I wanted to see his face, to see if he'd gone back to the cold, indifferent person I'd known for the last several weeks. Or if, by some miracle, I really heard what I thought I did this morning.
Jessica babbled on and on about her dance plans. Lauren and Angela had asked the other boys, and they were all going together - unaware of my inattention.
Disappointment flooded through me as my eyes unerringly focused on his table. The other four were there, but he was absent. Had he gone home?
I followed the still-babbling Jessica through the line, crushed. I'd lost my appetite — I bought nothing but a bottle of lemonade. I just wanted to go sit down and sulk.
"Grayson Dolan is staring at you again," Jessica said, gaining my attention for the first time. "I wonder why he's sitting alone today," she continued.
My head snapped up. I followed her gaze to see Grayson, smiling crookedly, staring at me from an empty table across the cafeteria from where he usually sat.
Once he'd caught my eye, he raised one hand and motioned with his index finger for me to join him. As I stared in disbelief, he winked.
