The bus pulled up, and I had been standing about a yard away from Raff for a good five minutes too long. He spent the whole time on his phone. I got that he wasn’t up for talking, but still…it would be nice to know one person at school. I shoved my hands in my pockets and stared at the sky, then at my feet. Eventually, I looked over at Raff, noticing his hair looked even more silver in the daylight. It was pushed back and had some real style, and dang, it looked good. His lip was healed, and his eye was no longer the purple from last night, just a slight tinge of yellow coloring it now. When
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