Chapter 3
“Hi.” Preston wiped the sweat from his face onto the shoulder of his shirt.
“What are you doing here?” Waiting for an answer would have been the polite thing to do. Since Ms. Manners was nowhere in sight, I went another way.
“Hey! Stop. I didn’t mean to…”
I took off quickly and only picked up speed as I went.
“Justice….”
I just kept going.
“Justice.”
“What?” Why did I stop and turn around?
“Your rose…” Preston presented it from behind his back, once he’d run up to reach me. “You, uh, dropped it back there in the grass.”
“My rose.” I checked my inside jacket pocket. “Oh.” It was empty.
“Unless you meant to leave it closer to the—”
I snatched back the flower, “Thanks, I guess,” and returned it to where it had been, once I slipped back into my sports coat. Then, I took
