Mr. Reeges’ intrigued eyes shifted rapidly between me and the boy like a ping pong ball, while Easton and I held a professional staring contest, not one of us blinking. We were concentrated on each other, our eyes fixed in a trance as if staring hard enough will magically gift us the ability to read the other person’s thoughts.
“So, um, I am guessing you two know each other?” Mr. Reeges awkwardly broke the silence in an attempt to form an idea of the whole situation. Frankly, I didn’t know what to tell him myself.
I turned my head towards my puzzled teacher, consequently losing the staring contest I was sure to win and shook my head lightly. “I just bumped into him a few days ago at the park. H-he offered me a bottle of water, and that’s how we met basically. Nothing more.” I explained
