By the time lunch rolled around, I was more than grateful for the break. The classes had dragged on endlessly, every word the teachers said dissolving into a blur of background noise. I couldn’t focus.
Taylor sat beside me, his backpack between us, a half-eaten sandwich in his hand. The field stretched wide and open before us, sunlight glinting off the metal bleachers, the faint chatter of other students drifting through the cool afternoon air.
He’d been quiet for a while now, not the easy, comfortable kind of quiet, but the kind that sat heavy between us, thick with thoughts he wasn’t saying. I’d been stealing glances at him every few seconds, waiting for him to speak.
When he finally did, his voice was low, almost cautious.
“i said I was going to tell you what’s been going on?”
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