Kylen: Your favorite junk food. I’m gonna grab something from the vending machine. Want anything?
Raven: Yeah, sure. Surprise me. Thanks.
Kylen: I think I remember what you loved at camp. Be there soon.
He remembers what junk food I liked back at camp? Even I don’t remember that.
I smile as I drag another chair to my desk. I’ve never texted him before because we weren’t allowed to have our phones at camp. It feels nice to do it now. Fun.
A short while later, there’s a knock on the door. When I come face to face with Kylen, a large smile takes over his face. I think my smile is just as big. I widen the door and welcome him in.
After closing the door behind him, he whips out a bag of ketchup potato chips. “Your poison, as promised.”
“Oh wow. Ketchup potato chips. It’s been forever since I had one of these. Thanks.” I take it from him and study the package. He’s holding a bag of chocolate pretzels for himself.
“You were obsessed with these at camp. But only this specific brand. You would devour the whole thing in less than two minutes.”
“Yeah, right.”
“I’m serious. It had to be a world record.”
I smile as we walk further into my room. “And you were obsessed with those disgusting candies they had in the office.”
He raises a confused brow. “What candies?”
“You know, those blue and white ones that had a light minty flavor that had such a bad aftertaste.”
His face perks up. “Oh my gosh, you’re right! I did like them.” He chuckles. “I’m probably the only kid at camp who did.”
“You must be an alien who was beamed down to study us humans.” I step back and do a once-over, narrowing my eyes. “What do you really look like underneath your fake human skin?”
He gives me a crooked smile. “I guess you’ll never know. But my natural form is definitely not as good-looking as my human form.” He tucks his fingers underneath his chin and bats his eyelashes.
I laugh.
His face perks up again. “I’m winning the challenge already.”
“What challenge?”
“Where I claimed I would make you laugh.”
My cheeks flush. “Oh. Right.”
“Fifty points to Kylen. Score!”
I press my lips together, trying really hard not to laugh again.
He looks at me closely. “Your cheeks are puffed up. Are you trying not to laugh again?”
“Why would you say that?”
He winks. “I know you better than you think, Raven Mitchell.”
“There’s a lot about me you don’t know,” I say as I lower myself on my chair at my desk.
“True. And I can’t wait to learn more about you.” He drops down in the second chair.
My cheeks flush again for some reason. I shift in my seat and reach for my copy ofRomeo and Juliet. “I think we should focus on finding a scene to perform from the play,” I say.
