The Boy I Forgot to Hate
I brushed past her shoulder, trying to leave.
“Ow! What a rude, rustic girl!” Valeria barked, though I ignored her.
"El, wait."
Julian’s call brought me to a halt in the aisle. He had already stood up and was walking toward me.
“Go away, Mr. Vega,” I snapped, continuing to walk.
A large hand reached out, catching my arm.
He then placed an object directly into the palm of my hand.
With knitted brows, I looked down at the object. It was a river stone about the size of a fist, shaped like a slightly asymmetrical, dull heart, with the faint, faded etchings of the letters 'E & J'.