His
grin stretched across his face and his eyes danced. “I’m transferring back to
sixth form,” He shrugged. “– I’m not doing so well at the college – away from
all my mates.” His smile faded a little, “– and from you.”
Seeing
his smile fade I asked in a small voice. “Am I still not in the mate category,
then?”
He
gave me a funny look that I was too groggy to analyse at the time. “You never
really were.” He said quietly.Leila Duval
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