Her hair caught a gust of wind, slipping it behind her as she smiled at my brother who was helping gather her books off the ground. I wanted to rip his arms off for making her smile like that. For having her attention. My fingernails dug into my palm, squeezing so forcefully I thought I might have brought blood to the surface. The way she laughed at something he said, and how he purposely made sure their fingers touched as he handed over her books. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to kill him or punish her first.
