William
“You guys are definitely not nerds.” The familiar sound of James Evans’ voice echoed through the hollow silence of the night, essentially pulling my attention from the set of papers I was reviewing as he kept on droning on.
I turned to look at the source of the uninvited sound and saw him walking with Clara, hand in hand. My chest began to vehemently constrict at the sight of them as I made an effort to try to block them out and maintain my focus on establishing tomorrow’s schedule of activities.
“Uh, have you forgotten about Tina and her band of long-legged posse?”
“They’re all just make-up and designer bags. Trust me, very little about them could be considered cool.”
The precise placement of the array of tall ficus plants by the side of my cabin were seamlessly allowing me
