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was Chris.” Callum narrows his eyes at me, in dare I say, jealousy ? I continued trying to stifle the butterflies that gives me. “Chris couldn’t use his legs and was bound to a wheelchair. Well, our stupid basketball coach got it in his head that Chris was gonna compete in a friendly scrap between the basketball team and a team everyone jokingly deems ‘the incompetent misfits’.
    “ It’s a scrimmage my school put together every year at the beginning of the year. They usually get the chess club or something to compete and they do this at a pep rally in front of the entire school. Chris didn’t want to be treated any differently then he already was, which was totally lame because Chris was cool as shit, so when coach asked him to play, he agreed.
    “ So, fifteen minutes before the game was scheduled to start, while the bleachers were starting to fill up, I filed in behind the lemmings and caught Chris’ eyes. He looked so distraught, I had to do something.
    “ I plunged my hands into my pockets and pulled out the detention slip I’d gotten that day in one hand and a lighter in the other. It was all I could think of.”
    When I finished, I noticed Callum stare at me with wide eyes.     “I know it was wrong...,” but before I can finish Callum grabs me and hugs me tightly to him.     “You did that for him?” He whispered into my hair.     “Anybody would have,” I said into his rock hard chest.     “But nobody else did, Harper.”     “Yeah, technically but...”     “No, you’re amazing.”     “I am not!” I scoffed, pushing him off me, but he only pulls me tighter against him. “I’m a heathen according to everyone I know.”     “No, you’re not. You’re all hard shell, bad ass on the outside but soft and sweet on the inside. You’re a freakin’ Tootsie Pop!” I snort but can’t think of an argument. You cry during Charmin commercials, Harper Bailey. You’re positively lame.     I subtly breathe in the scent of his shirt and have to stop myself from burying my face into his neck. He pulled away and I felt a loss from it, wishing he’d just hold me a little bit longer. It’s been years since someone hugged you, Harper. Callum cupped my cheek with his hand and rubbed his thumb against my jaw bone, smiling in my face like a massive goof. I laughed out loud. Just looking at him makes me laugh.     The washer stopped chugging and we both reluctantly turned to open the lid. Callum reached in and removed the wet clothes, setting them on the edge of the washer. I take pile after pile to the dryer and toss them in. We work in silence and unison as if we’ve done this hundreds of times before together, yet another reason I need to check myself. Already getting attached.         Callum
    I’m getting attached. She’s too much for me and I find myself wishing she’d just leave before she breaks my heart. You can’t get attached. Attachment is death for someone like you, Callum. It weighs more to me than it does for regular people. I glanced her direction as she lifted a pile of wet clothes into the dryer. She peeked over her shoulder at me and smiled before turning back and starting the machine. Stay with me, Harper, I find myself silently pleading.
    I don’t know what it is about this girl, but it feels like nothing to want to take her on as if I can afford to double my responsibility load and, you know, I think she may have felt the same way. What is wrong with you, dude? You can barely feed and clothe yourself. I’d been at it for a few months longer than her and it was painfully obvious, even if she hadn’t already admitted to it. This was obviously her first night on her own.
    I knew it was our pasts that united us. Though, I’ve met others with a similar bond, none had ever believed in me as implicitly as this naive girl. Did you hear how she told you your dreams would become real?
    She’d obviously lived through a harsh childhood too but,