XOXO Read Online Christina Lee

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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
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“You, uh, look good.”

I inhaled sharply because damn him. “You too.”

I noted the hint of a smile before I turned away and continued walking.

I guess Henry Albrecht was in my life again. Sort of. At least from a distance. But now everything was different. We weren’t kids with cancer anymore.

4

HENRY

The following day in the dining hall, I glanced toward the table where Lark sat by himself, intently studying his phone. I felt guilty, like I should invite him to eat with us, but we didn’t have anything in common, did we? Maybe we never did, except for being two bored, sick kids in the hospital.

Or maybe not. They kept us occupied with activities like movies and animal therapy, yet we somehow always found a way to sit by each other and talk about all sorts of things. So why would it be different now?

Besides, this wasn’t necessarily about our friendship, but about making a freshman feel welcome. I lifted my hand to wave him over when a short guy with brown hair walked toward him and sat down. At least he’d already made a friend.

When Lark smiled at him, my stomach felt all funny.

XOXO. Four little letters that likely meant nothing, but ones I’d clung on to for years for no good reason. Or maybe reasons I didn’t want to admit.

I needed to stop thinking about dumb shit from when we were kids.

But I couldn’t deny he was attractive as hell as an adult.

Lark didn’t make eye contact with me, and that was just as well after our conversation yesterday. He probably thought it was fucking weird that no one knew about my past, not even my best friend, and I had trouble rationalizing it, even to myself.

“So you do know him!” Spencer said when I lowered my hand. “Who is he?”

“His name is Lark, and he’s in my pre-calc review period.”

Spencer narrowed his eyes. “You seemed to know him before that.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure at first.” I popped a fry in my mouth. “But it was definitely from middle school.”

“Didn’t you always go to private schools?” Flash asked.

“And?”

“He just doesn’t seem…” Flash waved a hand. “He looks like a product of public school.”

I clenched my jaw. “Christ, do you hear yourself sometimes?”

“What? His clothes are a dead giveaway.”

“And you won’t get rid of your holey sweats because of some superstition about game days.”

His cheeks colored. Good. These guys were my friends, but sometimes they were ridiculous. They wouldn’t know what to do with themselves if they were ever disowned. They’d never suffered a day in their lives. In a warped way, I was thankful for my childhood illness because it made me see the world differently. How your creature comforts could be snatched from you in the blink of an eye.

But I couldn’t fool myself. My illness aside, I wasn’t much different from them. I also did everything my parents asked of me—and sometimes I wondered why it even mattered since Dad had stepped in before I’d sent off my college application. He’d already spoken to the coach and dean on my behalf, and that didn’t sit right with me either. Was I here on merit or not?

Once I finished college and earned a paycheck on my own, maybe I’d finally step outside the box I’d been put in.

“What the hell kind of name is Lark?” A-Train asked.

“I don’t know; what kind of name is Alistair?”

The guys cracked up.

“That dude eating lunch with him is my roommate,” Bones muttered. “Emil.”

“And?” Flash asked.

“He’s all right, I guess. But he’s got a mouth on him. He’s already complaining that I leave too much of my shit on the floor.”

“I’d complain too,” A-Train said. “No doubt your side of the room is a pigsty.”

“Right?” Spencer added. “Have you ever seen the inside of his locker? It stinks like moldy socks in there.”

“You do realize our uniforms are washed by the locker-room manager, right?” I told Bones. “I know it takes effort to drop it off in the bin on your way out the door, but for fuck’s sake, don’t make us smell you.”

“The ladies don’t seem to mind,” Bones said, sniffing his shirt. “I clean up nice.”

“Ugh, I already feel sorry for your roommate.”

“Emil is apparently a double major—music and dance—so you just know he ‘prances’ around the room, judging me.” He used air quotes on the word prance for effect.

I rolled my eyes. “Way to go full stereotype. Dancers—male and female—probably have more stamina than you.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he teased, tossing a napkin at me.

My face heated. I knew they weren’t talking about Lark or his friend, but still. At least that helped explain Lark’s new friend, who was obviously from the same program.

“Maybe I would,” I replied, keeping a level tone. “Some of the ballerinas are hot.”

Flash mimicked a guy railing someone from behind. “You should go for it, Henners.”


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