17
Dillon
Something funny was happening in my chest.
It wasn’t just Laurel’s words. Her compliments. It was the way her face lit up as she laid out those compliments for me.
There was no doubt in my mind that she was being a hundred percent sincere.
Her blue eyes were shining, her full lips were turned up, and the tone of her voice almost held a dreamy quality. It brought back a memory I’d forgotten. A good one, buried deep beneath the pranks and annoyance.
“Hey are you okay?”
I looked up to see Laurel standing next to the bench I was sitting on, my head in my hands.
My first instinct was to sneer and tell her to go away. To leave me alone. But I was too upset to work up the strength.
“Gabe’s been drafted,” I said softly, the words catching in my throat.
It wasn’t that I begrudge
