I woke the next morning excited. I knew things between Cam and I were still awesome. I had been overreacting yesterday. It felt great to know I was going to see HIM and we were cool.

I felt like skipping to school, but that would have been very uncool and attracted too much unwanted attention.

I thought about what Cam would say to me today, with more confidence, since at least Ed knew about us. And I opened my backpack to make sure my poems were still safe inside. I would kill my brother if he touched them!

In my daydreaming state, I didn’t notice the crowd of freshmen coming from the science hall. I ran right into them, and my backpack was knocked off my shoulder. My binder, and it’s contents flew everywhere.

The freshmen paused, eyes wide, because they had just smacked into a Junior and the social prerequisite was that the Junior would accuse them of being unobservant in some sort of demeaning language.

But I didn’t.

Suddenly Cam was there, grabbing my stuff and bringing it to me. I smiled.