Four
Kylie
“Whatchya doing?” Hands smack against my library table. I jump and stare at the fourteen-year-old folding himself into the hard plastic chair next to me. His brown eyes twinkle with intelligence and his dark brown skin glows in the late afternoon sunlight.
“Noah, how many times have I told you to stop scaring me like that? One of these days I’ll stab you with a pen by accident.”
He shudders, his lime green T-shirt dancing over his thin frame. “How violent.”
A smile climbs my face despite his obvious mocking. Noah’s crossing the threshold into manhood, but he does it with a clumsy enthusiasm that still seems boyish. Even the way he sits with his hand idling on his thigh and his legs spread feels like someone trying to seem more grown up than he is.
“Just because I used to b
