I didn’t know where to go or where to hide.
Caspian was just emerging from the back of a tree, looking not-at-all bothered by the fact that he probably followed me all this way. All the way from school.
I stepped back, and dried-up leaves crunched beneath my shoes. I tried to keep my expression as neutral as possible. “What are you doing here?”
He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket, which I only now realized was the one I’d handed to him earlier near the bathroom. He looked sideways before responding, “I don’t know. I guess you can call it boredom.”
“Boredom?” I asked in disbelief. “This is stalking, at its best.”
A smile tugged his lips, and he looked down before asking, “What are you doing out here? Nobody ever comes this far.”
My mouth dried up. What good excuse would
