chapter 38
Nic
Sitting on the bench in the quad, I kept my eyes glued to the front door of the Tutor Zone. Fingering Mandi’s bobby pin, the same one I’d kept in my pocket since the night of our senior prom, I prayed to whatever deity would listen that Mandi would walk out that door.
There was a throaty laugh, and my eyes zoomed to a curvy, dark-haired girl walking toward the center. My heart fell when she turned. Plain brown eyes scanned over my body. The girl gave me a flirty smile and waved.
I looked away, not caring if she thought I was being a jerk. I just didn’t care anymore.
It’d been almost a week and still no sight of Mandi. Every day before and after class, I came to sit and wait for her. I drove by her house every day. I even sat in one of her classes from beginning to end,
