Fiction: Adam Grey Stole My Phone by George Oliver
Photo Source: Unsplash It would be love after a few sights. Last Tuesday, she caught my eye again, and I caught her eye back. I will probably ask her to prom – betraying the pact made with my two closest friends, to go together rather than with dates – but I need the confirmatory third or fourth sight of her to tell me that I fancy her, so I can tell her. With the frenzy of two months before prom dominating classroom and corridor conversation, our minds are occupied. We’re...