Can I Have A Lock Of Your Hair?
The other night, I met a boy I haven’t seen since 6th grade. He told me that I ruined his life.
We were sitting together at the Clover Club. He leaned over. “I have a story to tell you,” he said, grabbing my left hand. Caleb, who was sitting to my right, flinched a little and grabbed the other.
“Uh oh,” I said. Because I knew what was coming.
