10
Larkin
It’s been a week since I’ve seen Charlie, and I am pretty darn worked up about it. Downright angsty, I’d say. I pull a big file box out of my car, slamming the door.
Maybe I can’t tell Charlie how I feel, but I sure can express my confusion by slamming this particular door. I’m not even sure how I feel, but I’m pretty mad at Charlie for practically sprinting away afterward.
After a few days of silence from him, I got a little worried. I actually checked the mail slot in his door, as if that could tell me anything. All I found was a pile of unopened mail, which made me worry even more.
I carry the box up the steps to my side, frowning as I dig in my purse for my keys. I get them out and start to unlock the door, when I hear a shout.
“Lake! Lake!!” Sarah calls.
I turn around
