All with the exception of a few panic attacks in the middle of the night. I’m learning how to control them, but not without Mack, and soon we’ll be at different schools. If I have one, I just throw something at his window. It’s not even a matter of him opening his window and asking me what the problem is. Once I had the fourth one, he just uses his key and comes in the back porch door, up to my room, on my bed, and we talk. He strokes my hair, and makes me think of something else to relieve my mind of what happened with Mark the night of the prom. I eventually fall asleep and when I wake up, he’s gone. I do get a few looks from people who went to the same school as Mark, but for the most part, no one knows the truth. They think we got into a fight, and now I'm the prude who wouldn't fuck Mark on prom night. And I’m fine with that. Mark’s already gone to his college on some summer program so he's not around. My parents and Jocelyn gave Mack and me a dual graduation party with some family and friends.
