I don’t why I did that. It was a spur of the moment and I acted on that feeling without so much thinking. He’s wounded and he sounded so lonely.
Why did I do that?
It has been my question and it has already been days since that happened. It’s Friday now, and he has a game. Ivana couldn’t stop talking about it because Troy is there and she’s going. She’s been hugging her ticket since she got it. I guess, she’s already in love with Troy, huh? She’s never been like that when she was with another boy.
Miles nodded at me. We’re in the student kiosk because the cafeteria was crowded. “Are you going later?” he asked me.
I narrowed my eyes. “To where?”
“To the game!”
I shrugged. “I don’t think so,” I replied. “I don’t feel like watching basketball.”
Miles’ eyes widened. “I wasn’t aski
