Cody Stewart

Haptic

Part 1: Kendric The sun shines through the classroom window, reflecting off the corner desk and casting a thin strip of light down her neck. I’m surprised that the desk can create a reflection at all, given how seldom it’s cleaned; Bishop High has never been a mecca for quality janitorial talent. I shouldn’t be staring, but I feel like I can’t help myself. Jasmine, a girl like her, has never given me a second thought.