By the time the clock struck midnight, I decided I didn’t care about what Gareth meant. It was the only way I knew I would be able to get some sleep. By the time I woke up, all I could think about was, “I shouldn’t think about it,” which was pretty ironic. And when my brother had dropped me off at school, and I almost ran into a small machine with the label “Telephone,” I had convinced myself that Gareth was probably just trying to mess with me.
So, when he walked into class with his posse, I made it a point to suspiciously narrow my eyes at him. Except, he didn’t seem to care for my sudden hostility. Instead, he walked straight towards me instead of his usual seat a few rows back, plastered a cheerful smile across his face, and placed a hand on my shoulder as he stood beside me. I shot h
