"So she just wants to talk with me? That's weird, but at least she does have the guts."
Seated in the campus library, Grace tried to pull the books together. She'd skipped PE again to read alone, and Chris—sitting across from her—was stacking the books into a neat pile she couldn't manage herself. She was perfect in every way… except she was a bit messy.
"Yeah, weird and kind of strange, but we can make amends. Let's take her to somewhere nice for dinner."
He handed her the last book. The pile was almost up to her neck, so he just took it from her hands. Grace grabbed her backpack naturally, walking beside him toward the checkout desk. After returning every book, they stepped back outside.
"Sure, let's do that, she looks nice enough, and I made her cry too much anyway."
Under the cold sun, Grace smiled. Her pale skin looked devastatingly beautiful, and her natural pink hair seemed to glow.
"But who told her I don't have any friends? You did? "
