I bobbed my head like a lizard, even though it was confusing why Elijah Wolf was ditching his classes. He wasn't exactly a nerd, but skipping school just wasn't something I could imagine him doing. Well, until now anyways. "Why?" I asked, awkwardly crossing over to the blue sweater I had tossed on the bed, and pulling the scratchy wool fabric over my head.
Elijah had lowered his eyes when I picked up the sweater, but after pulling it on, I saw his eyes watching me like a hawk. The flush on his face was still there; bright and apparent.
He bit his lip and looked out towards the window, to the Sycamore tree and swing. "I couldn't focus." He hesitantly confessed. There was a wary embarrassment in the setting of his face and the flicker of his eyes.
A ghostly smile wrapped itself around the
