I immediately felt regret as the fear of his dad seeing me builds up inside my chest. Last class of the day was PE. “It’s good that you are making a friend already.” She replied as she picked up her cup of coffee for another sip. I haven’t told my mom about him, how I fell, my internal struggle or about Mr Robertson going ballistic at me yesterday. Almost like a piece was lost between us.” Brandon said. “Oh. You seem fine and that tree looks realistic.” He replied while moving his hand towards my sketch. There was no time however to reflect on what my emotions were as the next moment the side door that connects the house and the garage door opened. He really is one of the most laid-back guys I’ve ever met. I rubbed my hand through my curly hair again not knowing what to do next. Our fingers made contact for a brief moment. I wanted to have him on top of me.
