I couldn't believe Leah hadn't even texted me. I tried texting her, but there was no response. Maybe the message never went through, or maybe she had moved on.
Anyway, about Bailey Amherst. She was the girl who moved into Leah's old house. My parents forced me to go over to their new house to welcome them while my mom gave them cookies. I loathed the idea. I never wanted to see another girl my age ever again.
We walked over to their house and handed them the treats. About halfway through our greetings, a girl with hair that was so blond it was almost white came down the steps. She had fair skin, big blue eyes similar to mine, and she was a little shorter than me. I stood there like an idiot, gaping at her as she walked down the stairs toward us.
"Bailey," her parents said, "this is the nice family that lives down the street! They came to welcome us."
"Hi, everyone," she said, with this sweet, melodic voice. I caught her eye and smiled. She grinned back, blushing.
"Jack, what grade are you in?" her mother asked.
"Uh, it's Jake, and I am going into high school," I told her, chuckling.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, dear. I'm terrible at remembering names!" she said, shaking her head. But then she realized that me and Bailey were in the same grade. "Oh! My daughter is going into high school this fall as well! You guys will be great friends then!" she exclaimed.
Bailey and I blushed.
"Yeah, I guess we will," I said, giving the pretty girl one of my famous smiles. But I immediately got rid of the grin and had that sharp feeling in my stomach you get when you miss a step on the stairs.
That was the smile I had reserved for Leah, and Leah alone.