PRISCILLA'S POV

We walked for several minutes without walking before I finally got the courage to glance at Brent from beneath my lash and I found him looking at me and smiling. I cleared my throat, trying to force out the embarrassment I was feeling. I had teared up because someone offered to be my friend. If that wasn't middle schoolish, I didn't know what that was.

“It’s just been a while.” I explained vaguely and he nodded as if understanding all that sentence encompassed.

“You ...