I Think I Need the Counselor's Pass
It was Wednesday when I first saw Dastan at school. My chest tightened just at the sight of him in his black truck, pulling into his parking spot that was normally occupied by his and sometimes Hayden’s motorcycle. Today was one of those rare days when I took a ride to school with Cheyenne instead of Hayden. I was glad too because when Dastan had parked his truck, three spaces down, Hayden’s ninja came to a speedy halt and I already knew Hayden’s gaze went to Dastan’s truck. I don’t know if it was the first time they’d seen each other since their fight, or the fact that Hayden’s space was filled with a truck in which I had certainly never seen Dastan drive to school in. Let alone the person who climbed out of the passenger side: Mateo. As soon as they both were on the same side of the truc
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