IRIS
By the third day, I had stopped pretending I wasn't looking forward to lunch. Every day at 1:15, my classroom door would open, and Ronan would walk in with two sandwiches and a knowing smile, and my heart would do that stupid flip. I was so gone it was embarrassing.
I had started bringing snacks to share with him. It had not been intentional. I just found myself packing extra fruit and extra crackers since I remembered he used to steal from my plate back when we were mates. He never commented on it and just ate whatever I put in front of him with a wide grin on his face.
"You're spoiling me," he said on Thursday, popping a grape into his mouth.
"I had extra."
"You've had extra every day this week." He said trying to catch my eyes but I evaded them.
"I'm a generous person." I s
