Okay, so all of that "I can do it on my own, I'm amazing" crap? Yeah, well, that all went out the window the moment I looked into Liam's eyes. My throat tightened instantly as I grasped his hand and found myself beaming at him.
"Hey, Liam," I whispered back, body vibrating with the sudden surge of joy I felt at seeing him again. "Not much."
Yes, it had only been a day or so since we parted ways, but for some reason it felt like forever. It was only then I understood how much I relied on my Gatekeeper friend, how much his friendship meant to me. Liam was my rock, my utterly loyal and unjudgmental rock who didn't care what I did or how I looked or acted. He loved me anyway.
I wanted to hug him, to squeal in happiness and hang onto him, but the teacher, Walden Bradford, was glaring so I was forced to sit back and face the front of the room, though it was impossible to wipe the grin from my face and there was no way I was letting Liam's hand go.