My Butterfly

then?” I called out after her as she made her way toward the glowing exit sign.
    “Bye, Will,” she said, glancing back one, last time and sending a confident smile my way.
    I smiled, then shoved my hands into my pockets and watched her walk away until her thin frame disappeared into the hallway. When she was gone, I sighed, shut my eyelids over my eyes and allowed my head to fall back. A second later, I forced my eyes open, and then gradually, I felt a grin returning to my face because high up in the ceiling was her little, white volleyball.
    “Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s in a safe place,” I mumbled, chuckling to myself.
    Then, I lowered my head and started my own journey toward the glowing, red exit sign.

 
    Chapter Three
    Caught
     
     
    “I don’t know, Jules,” I said, tossing a tennis ball into the air and catching it. “We might be searching for this volleyball for the rest of our days.”
    She turned her face toward mine. Her blond hair was in a ponytail and was spread every which way over a straw bale left over from archery class. I had constructed us a pretty nice lounging bench using the bales, and now we were each lying against a home-made straw pillow. She was squinting. The sun was in her eyes, and her big eyelashes looked as if they were trying to shoo away its rays.
    “I’m sure it’s somewhere safe,” she said and then turned her head again so that it was out of the direct path of the sun’s rays.
    I lifted my head off the straw bale.
    “You don’t seem that worried about it anymore,” I said.
    “Hmm?” she asked, as she turned her face back toward mine and used her hand to shield her eyes from the sun.
    “It’s your favorite ball, right?” I asked. “You still want to find it, right?”
    “Oh, yeah, it’s not that big of a deal,” she said.
    I hesitated before I continued.
    “Well, I mean, it’s got to be around here somewhere,” I said, fearing my time with her might be coming to an end. “Maybe it’ll just take a couple more days.”
    “Uh,” she said, shrugging off my comment and turning her head again. “We don’t have to look for it anymore. It’s okay.”
    “No,” I almost shouted, sitting up.
    I paused then and took a second to regain my composure and to clear my throat.
    “Actually, you know where we haven’t checked?” I asked.
    “Hmm?” she replied, not bothering to turn her head this time.
    “The shop,” I said. “We haven’t checked the shop.”
    I watched her shrug her shoulders again.
    “I don’t think it’s in the shop,” she said.
    She was facing away from me, and her eyes were closed, so I took the opportunity to stare at her without her knowing it. And why was she acting so strange all of sudden? A few days ago, all she wanted was that dumb ball. Now, it seemed as if she could care less about it. She was a strange creature, but she sure was pretty. She was about an hour removed from volleyball practice—little, spandex shorts, cut-off tee shirt and all. Pretty.
    “You know where we haven’t looked?” she asked, opening her eyes and turning her face toward mine again.
    I sat back against the straw bail, startled, hoping she hadn’t noticed me staring at her.
    “Where?” I asked.
    “The rafters…in the gym,” she said.
    My heart stumbled and then came to a complete halt for a second. Then, I watched the corners of her lips slowly start to turn up, and I couldn’t help but smile too.
    “The rafters?” I managed to get out, through my grin.
    “Mm hmm,” she said, nodding her head.
    We were both silent for a moment, each searching the other’s eyes.
    “Yeah, we could look there,” I eventually said.
    Just then, she shoved my shoulder. She shoved it hard, but it didn’t do much to move me, in the end.
    “Will Stephens,” she said, raising her voice and now standing over me.
    She was pouting, but she was smiling too—sort of.
    “I know you put it there,” she said.
    My jaw dropped open. Caught red-handed.
    “I…,” I stuttered. “How, how do you know?”
    She rested her hands on her hips.
    “Rachel told me,” she said. “She saw you do it.”
    Damn it, Rachel.
    The corners of my mouth started to turn up again. I knew they weren’t supposed to, but I couldn’t help it. She looked so darn cute. And besides, it had been worth it. That ball had given me her undivided attention for a week. As it turned out, I had grown to love that dumb ball after all.
    “Jules, I promise it wasn’t on purpose.”
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