During lunch I found myself constantly glancing at Easton, who was avoiding all eye contact with me. I swear I saw him glance in my direction a few times. I even saw his friends try and carry his short lived gaze and they always landed at my table but they’d quickly turn their heads away. I slumped in my seat as Jessie gave me a sad look. I could only wait until my date was over to speak to him.
After getting ‘dolled up,’ as Aunt Cherry would put it, she decided to talk to me about my life, in a very therapist like manner. I had an hour to kill, seeing as Jessie wasn’t coming to get me until 6:45 PM and it was only 5:40 PM. My Aunt and I traveled to the living room to talk because everything that’s said in my room is practically read off to Easton, who wasn’t in good terms with me yet.
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