What If... I Belonged To You? (What If...?, #1) (eBook, ePUB)
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"Oh, lucky old you looks like you're in class with our old friend Travis Winters." Davie-Lee chuckled.I looked at him, "I'm sorry don't have the faintest idea who Travis Winters is who are you talking about and why is that funny?"Davie-Lee nodded across the gardens to where I could just make out a guy leaning up against the wall of the student union bar, his glasses swinging from his hand carelessly and his face turned up to the late September sun. His hair was all over the place, but it looked clean. He was wearing a pair of faded denim skinny jeans, a black tee shirt with some sort of logo o...
"Oh, lucky old you looks like you're in class with our old friend Travis Winters." Davie-Lee chuckled.
I looked at him, "I'm sorry don't have the faintest idea who Travis Winters is who are you talking about and why is that funny?"
Davie-Lee nodded across the gardens to where I could just make out a guy leaning up against the wall of the student union bar, his glasses swinging from his hand carelessly and his face turned up to the late September sun. His hair was all over the place, but it looked clean. He was wearing a pair of faded denim skinny jeans, a black tee shirt with some sort of logo on it that I couldn't read from where I was standing. He had his eyes closed but all in all, he looked kind of cool. I really didn't get what Davie-Lee was getting at.
"Don't you remember Travis from juniors?" he asked incredulously.
I frowned and shook my head but then it dawned on me that I hadn't been to the same junior school as Davie-Lee and this Travis kid. "I went to a different juniors to you I've only known you since we started at Gregory Street Academy so, go on then what's his story?" I asked not that I was in the slightest bit interested as unquestionably cute as he was, I couldn't possibly love anyone again after Sam life was a lonely path for me now... I'd come to terms with that, finally.
Davie-Lee shrugged, "Um, not sure I remember him leaving in our final term. His Mum dropped him off one morning and then he went to live with his great uncle or someone. She died on the way back home somehow. He was about ten or eleven I think."
My heart went out to him. "Oh, God," I looked back across at him, " that's terrible."
Davie-Lee nodded, "Yeah, it was awful for him not least because he was already really weird he only had one friend and she was a total fruitcake too; he was freakily good at maths and that's about as much as I remember about him oh, and be warned. Never mention Friday the 13th to him he was absolutely nuts about that..."
I frowned. Jeez, the guy sounded even crazier than I was... I couldn't help looking over at him again. He had longer than average, brown hair that was currently hanging loosely and brushing against his collar. He'd put his glasses back on and somehow that gave him a slightly superior look as he ferreted through his bag looking for something with a look of mild panic on his face. He was, without question, really kind of cute...
I looked at him, "I'm sorry don't have the faintest idea who Travis Winters is who are you talking about and why is that funny?"
Davie-Lee nodded across the gardens to where I could just make out a guy leaning up against the wall of the student union bar, his glasses swinging from his hand carelessly and his face turned up to the late September sun. His hair was all over the place, but it looked clean. He was wearing a pair of faded denim skinny jeans, a black tee shirt with some sort of logo on it that I couldn't read from where I was standing. He had his eyes closed but all in all, he looked kind of cool. I really didn't get what Davie-Lee was getting at.
"Don't you remember Travis from juniors?" he asked incredulously.
I frowned and shook my head but then it dawned on me that I hadn't been to the same junior school as Davie-Lee and this Travis kid. "I went to a different juniors to you I've only known you since we started at Gregory Street Academy so, go on then what's his story?" I asked not that I was in the slightest bit interested as unquestionably cute as he was, I couldn't possibly love anyone again after Sam life was a lonely path for me now... I'd come to terms with that, finally.
Davie-Lee shrugged, "Um, not sure I remember him leaving in our final term. His Mum dropped him off one morning and then he went to live with his great uncle or someone. She died on the way back home somehow. He was about ten or eleven I think."
My heart went out to him. "Oh, God," I looked back across at him, " that's terrible."
Davie-Lee nodded, "Yeah, it was awful for him not least because he was already really weird he only had one friend and she was a total fruitcake too; he was freakily good at maths and that's about as much as I remember about him oh, and be warned. Never mention Friday the 13th to him he was absolutely nuts about that..."
I frowned. Jeez, the guy sounded even crazier than I was... I couldn't help looking over at him again. He had longer than average, brown hair that was currently hanging loosely and brushing against his collar. He'd put his glasses back on and somehow that gave him a slightly superior look as he ferreted through his bag looking for something with a look of mild panic on his face. He was, without question, really kind of cute...
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