4
Charlie
I sit at my desk at school, tapping my pen, waiting for a copy of the yearbook from two thousand and one to appear on my computer screen.
Why do I care?
Why am I torturing myself?
Maybe it was the way he smiled at me last night. Or how he really seemed to appreciate my help with Sydney. Did that spur the small hope that maybe he's ready to move on from her?
The yearbook comes up and there's his class on the cover. c****x Cove isn't a huge town so you can imagine how small our graduating class is.
His arm is slung over Melissa’s shoulders, his clean-shaven face showcasing his wide smile confirming how happy he was with her. My finger clicks the mouse and scrolls through the digital copy of the yearbook and page after page—Garrett or Melissa are plastered all over this thing
