Lonely

For the remainder of the week, James continued to come over to my house after practice to help me with my homework and to work on his own. During school, for some reason, neither of us acknowledged that we were seeing each other after school or friends of whatever it was that we were.

It didn't stop me from giving Pink Streak a dirty look now and then. Especially when she would laugh loudly in the halls and touch his arms or when she would run and jump onto his back and climb onto him. It grated on my nerves, but I never let on to him that she bothered me.

Instead, we would talk about schoolwork, he would ask about my mom and we would talk about people at school. We never dove into anything too deep. I felt like doing that would open up the book of emotions I had kept hidden away for another day. He would stay for a couple of hours and then leave and when he would leave, I would feel reality slap me in the face.

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