Becca
I didn’t know what I expected to happen on Monday when we got to school. I knew what I didn’t expect to happen—I didn’t expect Blake to be a no-show for two days and then reappear and pretend he didn’t know me at all. But that was what he did.
We didn’t have any classes together, which was why I didn’t know him well before the day we spent together, but our paths crossed in plenty of places—the lockers, the lunchroom, the field after school. He knew where to find me if he wanted to.
We’d connected. We’d talked about U2 and recited the lyrics of the entire album, All That You Can’t Leave Behind. People didn’t share a love for U2 and know every lyric to every song and end up not having anything to say to each other afterward. Singing those songs together was a bond. Knowing we were
