JUNE;
The first class had ended a few minutes ago, and the hallway buzzed with students rushing to their next lectures or hurrying off to lunch.
I stood outside the door, contemplating where to head. I had left the house too early, and Mariah had called out in her usual manner, but I was running late. And now? My stomach rumbled a little too loudly, I needed food and I also needed to see Teacher Harold afterwards.
Matthew turned to me with that easy, warm smile of his and said,
“Come on, let’s get something proper to eat today. My treat.” He stood, adjusting his backpack.
I hesitated for half a second, Ronan’s words still clung to my mind, but he was already walking beside me, matching my steps. I couldn't say no, I couldn’t discharge him either.
Unlike other days when I would
