Infatuation

I knew more about her for never having spoken to her. We didn't need to. Because the way she looked at me sometimes, that said it all. She wanted me. She didn't mind that I'd stop by her apartment late, or that I'd watch her sleep, buried under her gray blanket, while the stars strung around her room blinked on and off to the rhythm of her breathing.

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14. Avery

I was jolted away by something slamming. A door, maybe a pan, but I couldn't quite place it. I cracked an eye open, the sunlight blinding me, and sat up. My head pounded and I groaned.

 

"I should have given you aspirin," Devon said.

 

She was leaning against the wall, staring at me, a mug of coffee in one hand. She sipped it while I reached for my phone to check the time.

 

"It's still early," she told me, coming to sit down. She handed me her mug. "Don't feel bad, there's more. We live off this stuff, remember?"

 

I smiled. "Thanks, but I should probably get going. Don't you have class?"

 

Devon laughed. "It's Saturday. I thought maybe we could spend the day together. You know, shopping and stuff."

 

I considered it. Mainly because, like her, I didn't know many people around here. Besides, she had let me stay overnight.

 

I nodded. "That sounds good."

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