Jerome was lovely to her, he was funny, sweet but there was a dark side to him she felt she wanted to crack. They had most of their classes together, they spent their breaks together, he even walked her home. She was developing a big crush on the boy, reminding herself this was only temporary. There was also his brother. Weird one that Jeremiah. He followed them almost everywhere, but never came close, and never spoke to her, or him for that matter. He just sat and watched them; it gave her the creeps.
Jerome was the first friend she'd made at her school. She was enjoying his company; she couldn't think of her life without him now. The weeks passed quickly, and their friendship was developing into something different.
They bonded over their fractured home lives. His mother was an alcoholic, like her father, they had a very similar upbringing. She told him of her aspirations, he told her of his want to run away from the circus. An interesting notion when she had wanted to join them the first day they had joined.
Exam period was over, Jerome and the others would leave in the next week. It brought her sadness, he was her first love, her first friend. She didn't want him to go, she wanted him to come with her to college, to join her on her journey. Perhaps she could convince him.
She would join him on the weekend, the last circus showing. He had gotten her tickets.