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“Hey,” Ellie whispered.
I looked up from my books to her across the table. “What?” I said in a low voice.
She tipped her chin to the table beside ours. Four guys with the school’s team jersey spread their books and laptops across the table.
Smiling, I shook my head.
When Ellie invited me to meet her in the school library after classes Wednesday evening, because she had a big test coming up and I had a project I had to work on, I assumed we would be working. Of course, my dear Ellie’s boy radar was always on, and she noticed the moment some cute guys walked into the library. And now her notebook lay ignored in front of her.
While she stared at them, I stared at her.
Being here with her felt so natural. It was as if she was meant to be my friend. And that meant I was selfish. Selfi
