Forty minutes before school starts, around the time we are supposed to leave, he barges in my room, or his sister’s room, in a panic. “Jenna! Wake up! We slept in!” he yells turning on the lights. We rush to get dressed and skip breakfast. Ten minutes later we are on our way to school. “We must have stayed up too late last night, huh?” I laugh and he nods. We stayed up until two in the morning watching funny videos on YouTube. We get to school and I have no time to find Daisy and Jessica, not that I wanted to. They would just not talk to each other the whole time. “What class do you have?” Luke asks. “English.” “Cool me too, we can walk together.” I get butterflies in my stomach. He just said we can walk together. Wait, why am I freaking out about this? I spent all night with him hanging out! “So who’s your teacher?”
