Bailey
I stay after school to talk to the counselor about my college essays. When I walk out to my car, I find a plastic grocery bag of papers tucked under the windshield wiper of New Start.
I take the plastic bag out and open it. Inside is the stack of newspaper articles. I look around, even though it’s highly unlikely the person who left these is still here. Was it Brumgard? Or Cole?
I pull my phone out of my backpack and check my texts. My heartbeat speeds up when I see there’s a new message from Cole.
Of course it was him.
Left the newspaper articles on your car.
I look toward the football field. I’ve purposely been parking in front of it—like an i***t—to catch glimpses of him. The team spills out onto the field, taking a few laps around it as warm up. I spot Cole right away. I’m
