I’m not going to give up! I have to see those blue eyes again. I need to break through that wall.

“I’m not that old. You have to be what? Sixteen. I mean, you look around that age, maybe seventeen. I’m not asking for a date. I just mean to hang with people you might make friends with, you know, with being new here.” I watch her stir the shit out of what is left of the cake mix and hope she doesn’t intend baking it. Pretty sure all the flour has probably glooped by now from ...