TEN

  Tate glared at Tom while he tied his shoelaces with vigor, jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed. "You looked a lot happier an hour ago." Tate stated as they proceeded to walk out the locker room. Tom didn't respond. An hour ago he had told himself he wouldn't bother with her again. And then it hit him how she'd rejected him and he found himself looking for her, there was a little hope. And she let it roll away. He liked how she fit in his arms, he could have held her that way if she hadn't stepped back. Not to mention the urge he had to pull off the band that kept her pretty hair up and neat. He let his face relax once they joined the crowd of students walking to their lockers. He understood her point. Abby most definitely would be a pain. He stopped in front of his locker, allowing Tate and his other friends to walk ahead to theirs.

   As if on cue Abby stormed over to him, a deep scowl on her face and her hands