I head past the heavy doors but I don't grab a tray. Instead, I set my eyes on another set of doors leading to the back parking lot of the school.
I find a bench under the shade of an Oak tree and made myself comfortable by occupying the entire row by propping up my feet. I take out the copy of our assigned literature reading and stuck my nose between the pages where I left off.
The lot was mostly empty with the exception of a few students lying on the Bermuda grass eating their lunch. Definitely freshmen. No senior would even dare get their skirt and Fendi bags dirty on the soil. It instantly reminded me of Charlotte.
Which in turn made me think of Julian.
Was he thinking of me right now? It was almost unbelievable how much have changed between us.
Does he miss the way he tucks a l
