By Monday, the quad looked like Homecoming had exploded all over it, banners strung between lampposts, a giant inflatable hawk wobbling near the student union, flyers taped to every flat surface advertising the bonfire, the parade, the dance nobody over the age of nineteen actually wanted to admit they were excited about.
"It's a lot," I said, watching two guys try and fail to hang a banner that read GO HAWKS in letters six feet tall.
"It's homecoming," Harlow said, like that explained everything, which on this campus, it kind of did.
I still hadn't fully unpacked what Rhys had said at our last session. ‘I've never once looked at her the way I'm starting to look at you.’ It had been sitting in my chest for three days, warm and unbearable at the same time, the kind of thing I kept turnin
