Kylan
I am waiting outside Nola’s college for her in my car. I didn’t want to get out of the car in case someone saw me and wondered why I was there. I had my window rolled down enough so I could watch for her. Nola isn’t expecting me, but I had a quiet day and finished early, so I thought, why not? She is coming to mine anyway. It is my turn to cook for her. I check the time; her class should be finishing now. A few girls flash a smile at me as they pass by, well, more like smirking. I smile back politely before breaking complete eye contact with them. I don’t want to give anyone the wrong idea because I am not interested.
I finally saw Nola coming out, but she wasn’t alone. She is with some guy who looks more her age, dressed in skinny jeans and a leather jacket. They were laughing,
