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Okay, how about this one? Second clue: You taught me to surf.
My brows scrunch together. I don’t think I’ve ever been that close with a neighbor. Unless…
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Third clue: We once spent seven minutes in heaven…
My heart starts to race.
Because, holy shit. I know who this is.
Me
Hollis?
His reply takes fucking forever. My hands start to shake. I even drop my damn phone.
Unknown number
Hey, Pres.
Two words.
That’s all it takes for twelve years to turn to dust.
I don’t know how long I stare at my screen.
Hollis Beck is my mystery texter.
And he still calls me Pres.
I walk into the kitchen and come to an abrupt halt.
My brother is standing there.
But he is not alone.
With him is the boy from the hallway.
I only saw him for a moment by my locker that day, but the way he made my heart stop.
Dark reddish hair, dimples, and mesmerizing green eyes.
They’re both laughing, but the second Hendrix sees me, they both stop and turn.
“Oh, hey! This is my friend, Hollis. He’s new to town.” He points a finger in my direction. “This is my little sister, Presley. She’s a freshman.”
“Hey, Hollis,” I say awkwardly.
He smirks. “Hey, Pres.”
I remember feeling both elated and despondent in that moment.
I’d been thinking about him ever since that day, and there he was, in my kitchen, like I’d conjured him with my thoughts alone.
But he was also my brother’s friend.
