Desert DroppingChapter 12 What to feel
A warm breeze, a watch-worthy sunset, the sound of potential friends chatting in the distance, and my hand sweating profusely against Aaron Keslin's. I was having all sorts of issues. The last time I checked, I hadn't decided what I wanted to do about Aaron. I liked him, sure, but maybe that fact wouldn't have been so difficult to deal with if things weren't so... complicated. Here he was now, telling me that he didn't want to be my friend, and it wasn't in the schoolyard,...