Alex knew it was Gwen before he turned. Inexplicable since the halls were crowded. Maybe it was the way her Converse high-tops slapped on the concrete. Or the mumbles about jerk this and jackass that between huffing breaths.
jerk thisjackass thatOr maybe he just felt her presence.
He looked back. Gwen alright. He’d recognize that rabbit imitation her nose was doing anywhere. Her face was clouded, and she was mumbling to herself. He raised a hand.
She didn’t stop.
He halted and waved an arm.
Gwen’s nose kept on twitching.
Dodging three laughing seniors, Alex stepped in front of her. “Gwen?”
She skidded to a halt. “W-what? Alex?”
“You alright?”
“Wonderful.”
Alex crossed his arms. “Really?”
“Oh yeah. Having the friggin’ time of my life. Can’t you tell?” She raised a sports bottle a
