Unlike Blanchette that is stressed and can't stop looking around to make sure she goes un-notice, Jerimiah could not care much.
“Shall we go?” Jerimiah’s smooth voice comes from behind her making her smash her locker close and her heart skips a beat.
“Don’t do that!” She whispers loudly.
“Relax,” Jerimiah holds out his hand.
Blanchette opens her locker again to take out the helmet and turns back to face Jerimiah. ‘Why am I so drawn to him,’ she wondered as she hesitantly looks at his extended hand. Blanchette puts her available hand in his and it is like a warm current flows from his to hers even though his hand is cold to the touch.
“Your hand is so warm,” Jerimiah noted.
“Yours so cold.”
“We don’t have much time if you want to be back before your mom shows up,” Jerimiah drags her
