“I’ll give it back to you tomorrow morning before school,” he says. Instantly, my stomach drops like a tonne of bricks. He must notice because then he bends his knees a little so that we’re at more of a similar height and he locks my gaze in with his. “And then tomorrow evening you can come back over here again,” he adds. Then he pauses, eyes wide like he just said something incriminating. “I mean, you can bring it back over here again.” He gives me a nervous smile, eyebrows raised as he awaits my answer.
