Twenty-One
Owl didn’t get up when he saw me enter the hall. He just stared at me, his eyes drinking me in. He sat with his back against my dorm room door in dark jeans and a white, collared shirt. His legs were stretched out before him like he’d been there for quite a while.
“I don’t want to talk to you,” I said.
He looked down at his phone in his hand and nodded. Slowly, he brought his legs up under him and stood. He put his phone in his pocket. He brushed off the back of his pants and took a step.
I thought he was going to go. My heart screamed in my chest to stop him. It was the struggle of my life to stay still and silent.
“I’m going to…” He stopped, cleared his throat, and then started again. “I would like to apologize for what happened the other day first, and then I’ll go. I ow
