The minutes crawled by before the door finally creaked open again.
Taylor stepped inside, his hair a little disheveled and his bag slung loosely over his shoulder. He had both our backpacks in his hands this time, his usual careless grin returning as he said, “Sorry I took so long. The janitor was already locking up. School’s practically empty now.”
He dropped the bags on a desk and brushed off invisible dust from his hoodie before looking up at me. “Found your bag right where you left it, thankfully before someone decided to raid it.”
I smiled faintly. “Thanks.”
He started to unzip his own bag, rummaging through it with a thoughtful frown. “By the way,” he said, almost casually, “I didn’t see your contacts in your locker. Are you sure…”
“They’re here,” I interrupted softly.
He froze
