I clutched the note as I sat in second block. First block went by miserably slow. My mind was on the note and Stephen and that was it. I couldn’t concentrate on anything else and I was wondering when he’d pop out. Something in me told me that it would happen after school and I was only in second block, which was also going miserably slow. Johnson dictated his class with his drawl lectures. I gave a quick glance around the class: half asleep of course. I unfolded the note and read it again and reread it over and over. My mind then replayed the mornings “message” over and over. How did he know what station I listened to? How did he know I’d turn on the radio then? How did he know where I lived and which car was mine!? Unless he delivered the note only a few minutes before I left, he would have had two other cars to choose from. Had he been there when I read the note and cried? That miserable jerk!

It was finally 8th block. I about jumped out of my skin as the bell rang. I hurriedly ran to my car; praying.