Beyond the Gaze of a Boy - Conversation

He runs his fingers through his hair, ruffling it lightly - sending drops of water everywhere.

His grin widens. "We almost had them."

I blush, lowering my gaze to the grass. "Yeah, we made a pretty good team."

The silence stretches uncomfortably for too many seconds.

He clears his throat, then asks how school's going. We're a year apart, so we don't have classes together. When I tell him who my teachers are for English and Spanish, he throws his head back, laughing. "Goff's a piece of work, huh? And Berty!"

I grin in agreement, listening intently to his every word.

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