I woke up the next day smiling. I couldn’t wait to see Stephen again tonight, even if we were babysitting.

But something felt wrong. I suddenly realized what it was and rolled over to look at the clock.

7:57. Oh crap.

I hurried out of bed and skipping the shower, threw on the nearest clean clothes, ran a brush through my hair, brushed my teeth, grabbed a granola bar, and ran out the door to school, a couple blocks away.

The halls were empty, I was really late. I ran to my first period class, which happened to be on the other side of the building, and ran straight into someone walking the opposite way. All my stuff flew out of my hands.

“Oh my God I’m so sorry!” I frantically tried to pick everything up.

“No worries” He bent down to help.

After a few moments of silence we both got up and he handed me some of my books. “Here.”

The first thing I noticed was his eye. The one not under his straight, black hair. It was bright green, and wide. He smiled and his lip-ring glinted.

“Thanks”