Noah
I got out early and I’m hoping I can catch Caylee when she leaves her psychology class to walk to creative writing. I’m such a sad sap but there’s something so simply joyful about walking with her to class holding her hand. One of the most passive ways that everyone knows she’s my girl. I stuff my hands in my pockets to stop myself from almost jogging there. I round the corner spotting her talking to someone outside the door. The woman turns and I halt in my tracks. What is SHE doing here?!
“Caylee!” I call a little desperately. She turns smiling at me but so does that woman. I refuse to move any closer, my feet have turned to lead anyway.
“Hey handsome.” She waves, walking my way. I watch her tell Dr. Edmunds goodbye and let her come to me. After taking her hand, I turn with a har
