The next day he took me to the school to sign me up for classes. The semester had been in session for a month, so I was already behind the curve a little, but my dad didn’t think it was going to affect me. People stared at us as we walked through the halls. It was obvious this was a pretty small town, which meant a lot of these people had known each other for a long time. No doubt that was going to make a difficult situation a thousand times harder. I had opted for faded jeans with a hoodie over a black T-shirt—casual garb, I had thought, but from looking around I could tell I was overdressed. It wasn’t what I was wearing as much as where I had bought them.
“’Morning,” he said, smiling. We all said “morning” back. “I know I’m supposed to be up here talking about scripture and the good book and all, but I just don’t have it in me today.” He walked from behind the podium and sat down on the carpeted steps that led up to the altar. “Instead, I just want to talk. About the world, the stuff happening in it… you know, life.” I looked over at Nate, who shrugged. This was new to him too, it seemed.
So I got most of my stuff into Colt’s place in under an hour.
“So what do you think about spicing things up?”
LOVE is hard.