Once again, luck was not on my side. I sprinted to homeroom and dropped into my seat just as the bell rang. I tried not to let it get to me. It was reassuring that I could feel her out there somewhere. She’d be in room 217, fourth period. I just needed to be patient. I really sucked at being patient. I looked for her every class change and caught just one glimpse of her from afar down a long, crowded hallway. She was out of disguise, which was curious. I wondered what had changed. She looked incredible. Every guy she passed stared as she walked by. Stay away from her. She’s mine, I thought as I headed in that direction. But before I could get even remotely close, she must have ducked into a classroom. I didn’t see her again all morning. I could feel her, though, off in the distance. Finally, fourth period came. The class was half-full when I got there. I grabbed the seat I had the day she bolted from the room. There was no avoiding it now, I told myself. My time had come. Sitting at my desk, I sent my feelers out.
