Aude heads off toward the school doors. As the rest of Kate’s friends head back inside, she leans against the courtyard wall and waits for fifth hour to start. “Heyo, Kate.” The voice is at once hardly familiar and too familiar. “Devon.” “Hey Kate, I’m lucky I ran across you. I wanted to talk.” Kate folds her arms, thinking about the picture of Aude taped to his wall. “Go away, Devon.” But he doesn’t. “I think you’ll really wanna hear what I have to say.” Kate sighs. “Fine. Spit it out.” “I, uh, I don’t know how to say this… I didn’t wanna have to be the one to tell you, but on Friday…“ “I said spit it out!”
