Twenty-seven
Evander Gordon
She was back.
Out of all of the things I expected to happen, I didn’t expect to have her back in school. I thought once Fiona was trapped in that palace, there was no chance that I would ever be able to get to see her again.
But there she was, carrying her things back into the girl’s dormitory on a Sunday afternoon. I was reading under a tree when I saw her coming. I shoved the book into my backpack and then I jogged over to her.
“Need help?” I asked.
She turned bright red when she saw me. “Oh---Evander---um. No. It’s okay. I’m fine. It’s great. I can---”
“Your box is literally slipping as we speak,” I said.
“Um---”
“Look, I’m not tryin’ to hit on yo
