“Ugh, I think stress gets away from everyone,” she said with a sigh, managing not to look concerned for him. She left it all alone, figuring if he really needed to talk to her, or even really wanted to, he would find a way to say something. At least, she hoped he would. She paused a beat and then closed her book and put it down beside her, closing her highlighter and her notebook and putting them on top of it.
She looked over at him and laughed. “Oh, man. I guess it just feels weird to be the oldest students in the building, even if we’re not officially seniors yet, if that makes sense. I don’t know, now I feel like you’re definitely old,” she teased.
“That’s probably true,” he agreed, setting the ball he’d brought down on the lower level of the bleachers, between the seats. It would just hang out there and probably not roll off anywhere unreachable, at least. He also knew that stress caused different reactions in everyone.
He nodded and let his arms rest in his lap, his shoulders relaxing forward just a bit. He’d never had the worst posture, but he hadn’t ever been a sit-up-straight kind of guy, either. At least, not on benches. “Oh, thanks,” he laughed. “Older than you, anyway.”
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rymarshall reblogged this from alainbrowne and added: “I will,” he nodded, heading out onto the court.
